MY DENSE REFLECTIONS

I have been very depressed lately!
I wonder why I don’t recognize myself, 
Good times are fading like autumn leaves.
They say that grief never last, but mine lasted it.

I start walking around my town in the darkness 
I cannot scream instead, I abuse my lungs by smoking.
Everyone walks with an unnoticeable crown above me.
I am curious if I am a sinner with broken wings to fly.

I am not afraid of death, but worry that my name
-will come to mind, then you shout at the tomb of my tears.
Maybe I should be far from your eyes, lips, and your scent.
To leisure’s from overdrinking from my dense reflections.