A print of someone’s face at my shoulder,
I couldn’t invite anyone to my heart,
All the evenings are getting much colder,
At my life they would never take part.
Wild wind confirms my suggestions,
I was looking for feelings inside,
But the nights never answer my questions,
Thoughts and deeds wouldn’t stay by my side.
Forgetting all rules and the phrases,
I’ve heard somewhere voice praying,
I’ve found myself between spaces,
There were adult children playing.
Devil saved half dead souls and bodies,
I was drunk and got out of my mind,
I’ve noticed around only wildness,
I cried in the vacuum – the sound was blind.
Legs forgot the way to my house,
Being homeless in the darkness of night,
Eyes were staring at movements and mouth,
Existence of pain is always called fight.
I tried to find my place in the world,
Only once I was happy under the sun,
It was at the moment when I was told,
There are words – there were plenty of some.
The heaven dropped rain, when I opened my door,
My tears were too dry to arose someone’s smile,
I saw bloody footsteps all over the floor,
And I desperately wished to be alive for a while.
09. 01. 05