Open gates towars me

Searching forms of existence, in the lead city
With all those bullet traces deep in me
You broke the fragile house of sand
There remained an empty soul
Crashed by your guilty conscience
I crawled my dreams in a bag
Expecting life to answer
Somewhere, in the daylight
A transparency
I felt it breathing
On the necks and foreheads
Of all people
So sure I've been there before
Then....returned maybe
A secret oasis calling me
I recognized
The candle
The bouquet
My.....blood
The open gates towards me
Are now open