Such a skinny love
Begging for crumbs
Crawling on your heart floor
You can hardly hear him
Moving his last steps
Whispering
That you should decide
Rather to kill
Or feed him
Euthanasia
Or
Rehab

Such a skinny love
Too violent to be ignored
Too feeble to be heard
Praying for your war to end

Leave the trenches in your veins
Find out you are the only one
Ready to shoot

This love is sick and tired
It has no more punches to land on you
The bullets went to waste
He faints on a heartbeat
While you’re still holding
a blind gun.