And from the stillness you told me words
That wounded the silence burning like a curse
I took my heart and wandered as far as I could go
The cut on my hand has opened once again
Drops of warm blood ramble over my skin….
Life ? Death ? everything between them.
Courage ? Fear ? Nothing at all …
Just the same old melody
Like a broken record
You don’t have a place
Inside me anymore!
I have become a mother to me
I have become a father to me
I have become everything i ever missed
And the warm blood that
Drips on my hand…
Reminds me why ..
Life definitely life!