Pulp

Something crawls something hides
On my skin its back again
I feel, I fear
It’s cold and moist
Oh I can feel again!!
Some words, some lines
Sometimes at night
Someone sometime
Feels like mine


My dear my friend
Do you have some time?
Some time to spend on me
Take a look
There are plans in there
I don’t know where to find
I tremble and fright

Something gives way
To someone to fill
You are the one
Empty spaces calls on
Sometime someone
Streams down from my eyes


Someone turns away
Something holds me back
Something breathes and something dies
What it eats?
Sometime cries sometime laughs
Jumps and crawls
Something never returns