September's lullaby

Here’s to you…my soul that I once sold…

Here’s to the devil’s last laugh as the choir sings hallelujah …

Here’s to the castaway…the one left aside…the lonely flesh and bone body stuck between four empty walls…

Here’s to the darkness. The confusion. The anguish. The remorse.

Here’s to you. Here’s to me.

Here’s to the last single drop of wine in an empty bottle.

Here’s to the dreams and the dreamers.

Here’s to the sins and the sinners.

Here’s to the holy water exorcising the evil inside  one’s heart.

Here’s to the dawn that falls so gently and yet hurts so badly.

Here’s to the promise land. To the Neverland. To the heaven turned into Hell.

Here’s to the angels falling from grace …losing their wings and bleeding in public restroom floors.

Here’s to the invisible shadow crossing the path of sorrow and agony.

Here’s to the silent voice that sings the funeral tune of the damned.

Here’s to this autumn lullaby. This solitary melody. 

No God to watch over me. Only the sun that sets on the horizon and the moon that rises in the sky.