Automaticaly

Closing the eyes...

Closing the soul...

Automaticaly. Sistematicaly. 

Tired. But speaking.

This rain keeps on falling

And drowning the good in me.

Automaticaly. And freneticaly.

I am not capable of making it work,

I am not capable of making it stop.

I am not capable... of making it good.

And still, the same "but", the same "please", the same "no".

Tired. But praying.

To no God, to no Angel, to no nothing.

Praying to the others.

Praying to myself.

Praying to get nowhere...

Automaticaly. And undeniably.

I am alone. And I am totaly lost.