I do not wear the belief of many

because I believe there is so much painlessness

in the gods of the unknown

slipping through hands of life

to then sleeping in the arms of death

covered by the blanket of rebirth

laying on a pillow of hope of what was that will never be

in a uncomfortable bed of the tears of those missing me

then in the ears of my soul screams the whispers of the universe to feel pain no more

and in the years,

a luxury washing my eyes,

from the many pills of misery I’ve had to drink

in my life.