Better days

I'm so dry
There is no blood
flowing in my veins

Every day
My sky is blue
I see no nuances
of that blue

Every night
I miss those
heavy eyelids
that pushed me into
a trance of
good sleep

Me, My day and night
have become
nothing but a habit
that exsisted
eversince the beginning
of the universe
I searched and found
no soul in us

Yet a single cell
in my being
waits to be ressurected
Praying for better days

I say to her
"Don't hope in vain"
She says to me
"Believe me,
It's going to be better"