How do we cope with the days after a death? 
Empty days 
Nothing left 
Not even a funeral 

I see shapes forming inside paintings 
Animals and humans, row upon row 
Walking towards something 
Waiting fo something 

I'm looking for an answer 
Me and a million others 
Disbelievers 
Deserted lovers 
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time 

Cracks in the canvas 
Look like roads that never end