Bad Brains

Thousand are the words

As I close my eyes 

and drown in my little

prayer for nothing



Like dust dissolving in a water 

too deep, too cold, too dark

I paint a pale imitation of happiness 



With the weak brushes of 

passing desires

I portray the thousand pale signs

and the thousand bright years 

wasted after the illusion

of a NO MEANING life



While everything disappears

like a child begging for mercy

I close my eyes and save 

a last prayer for nothing



Waiting for an end that 

never comes.