Letter In the Compound Future

One day you won't hear me singing at the very hour, place and perfect time where the world turns dead nature. Make some holes to the bucket full of feelings I gave you while I was stealing the lymph of life. My silence kicks the pulsing waiting spirit but gray is a no land color born by an incest You had me but couldn't see , you saw me and couldn't have sad as the fate of pain that roams through the human memory. It will be cold, my Life, more sour the pain of the leaving silhouette until... A kitten snores on the soft couch telling the cats' history because you'll still breathe anyway... I'd find a happy ending for you, if only I didn't know you had it through your fingers already...