My pockets are empty.

The house of your heart is closed.

Have nowhere to go.

The heat is scalding.

The street looks empty. Although full of vehicles.

The sidewalk is an empty beach.

The wind has stopped breathing.

There is a loud silence. Loud, loud.

An ominous creeping feeling.

My spine is tingling.

My ears are about to explode from this silence.

While the air I breath is sandpaper invading my lungs.

All due to the absence of your love.

Wish I could have done better.

I deserve it.

Ernesto Onofre