My friend

I look into your eyes
and I see
an aging
psychopath.

I wonder if you can
manage to
feel
anything
these days.

Nobody
to care about.

Nobody to love.

Nothing to achieve
anymore.

I wonder what becomes of someone
who has the eyes of
Pablo Escobar
but not
his coke.

Soon you´ ll be murdering
someone.

It´ s not gonna be yourself.