You know you are at the end of it
When your eyes are like dry wells
Tears no longer come out
Dehydrated suffering
You gaze so indifferently
At the so indifferent world
Detached, disinterested
Staring pointlessly
As if your eyes were already empty
Eye sockets
Relax
They will song become filled
With sand and dirt
Together with your mouth
Which you won’t have to keep shut
Any longer