Poem Title

Tongue full of bitter tastes of licking bright nights and dark days,
when the walks are a buried poem of one hearts fear,
so we look for a reason and it slips away,
when they scream and cry of burning wounds they wear.

I do not remember how i got here,
and i can not find a light behind anything,
because there is no place thats not lit,
and i tear for change, and i would wear for days,
but i just stay, i can't do more, than just stay...

Hands soaked in beer and spit of words that i try to breathe,
where is snow, there is no 70, but u can still get some tan,
and so i try to make sense, or just to find it,
i have none, i have one, i have none to take....

I do not remember how i got here,
and i can not find a light behind anything,
because there is no place thats not lit,
and i tear for change, and i would wear for days,
but i just stay, i can't do more, than just stay...