Yellow Rainbow

If there was ever a time

when you didn't turn the world behind

taking its arm under

with whatever the crime.

And whenever you had the chance

to look behind your back

trying to pick up

what you didn't have and lack.

Or trying desperately to breathe

through a look saying you believe

saying it's the last time

you'll fall down on your knees.

Like the time you pulled

the trigger until you bled

reaching with a pair of scissors

to cut your dirty thread.

Filling the ashtray spilling the

liquid on the floor

complaining and screaming that

nothing seems to be yours.

Obsession turns to fear as you

live with the thought that you're alive

maybe so, but not being

always half-dead and high.

Closing your eyes on the screwed up world

that you never understood and got.

I bet through all those times you looked back,

you saw your hazy yellow rainbow, but me you did not.