Neverending projection

pointless pain runs through your guts

tight them hard, coming to your head

and beat all of other thoughts

the projector shows the movie

you are nailed down to the seat

you can't close your eyes

watching with flowing tears

tear the film to pieces but

as soon as they fall to the ground

they bond again and the movie

keeps going on

without change only little brighter

after one hundred times

maybe you'll feel nothing

but no!

cinema is open again

you are roaming, carping, crying, and swearing

get it out of yourself

for three times, four times, one hundred times

optimistic smile in the mirror

something creeping to your head