Bitten by the song of the deaf waters
the broken noises are calling
to get away from this nightmare
that is killing me.
and I feel the breeze of the incoming winter
strength I don't have and my eyes are burning,
in frozen thoughts I search for some answers
to pass the bridge for my life.
between ruins of blood, bitterness and pain
I warm again the moment with cold and with silence,
I take a deep breath of raw air and illusions
looking how the cruel rain falls.
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