the lullaby she used to sing to make you finally fall asleep
your father's hands that never caressed your face
no one will ever remind you of this
maybe just an old photography hanged on a wall
in an obscure room you visit so rarely
everything seems a dream so alive
where you helplessly watch the snow falling
so far away from yourself the seconds the hours the words
just as your first love was it the girl next door or the first one you paid for
hungry wolves bite the shades of light as much as they can so death
comes stealthily as a bird trap snatching the wings
death is an amputated leg learning to walk again
the voice of despair
knocking on your window
