Girl

Hello, my little girl. I can cure your burning soul. I will never let you fall.
My despair, simply trust me, listen, let me help you now.
You’re like a rootless tree, climbing branches, but falling down.
Reality is a distorted mirror of a dream.
The sun is hidden, no even a tiny beam.
Who are you? What do you think about?
I cannot defeat a doubt in what I see, in what I feel, trying to find here something real.

I'll take you away and care of your wounds, do not be afraid, i'll do what i said: won't leave you alone.

Hello, my little girl. I can't cure your burning soul. I've already let you fall.
My despair saying "liar" hastens down to past inside.
Everything around's on fire, darkness comes, dressed as red light.
It hurts to live in your own mind.
To look for exit and not find.
Who are you? What do you think about? I cannot defeat a doubt in what i feel, in what i see, confused which of two us is me.

I can't see your face, you're running away, ignoring the wounds, prefer t'be alone.


–около 2010