Leave the bright blue door on the whitewash wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today
Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain...
Standing with shaking legs, frozen somewhere far in the forest of memories, frozen in a neglected zone bleeding by the thorns of now.
Ice and blood with my tortured soul in a desperate try to escape from tomorrow.
Tired but yet sticking to a sparkle from my invisible home.