It breaks the waves
Only to feel your step coming closer
Your dim dress
Hits their flow
With a bow of gratitude
You, who have been trusted,
To be, at the rim of her escape.
Bordering the last step further
To the first eminence step
In the area of lonesome thoughts,
They who only suffer the describing
Of this weeks tear.

On the tip of her fingers
I can see it hiding
Those glasses of drunkenness
You only ask them to provide you
Some glue and paste
For those moments
Between zips
Between cigarettes
Between songs

Pouring them in
Until your smiles dry out
You ask them only
To disinfect you
From your mourning
Make the pain drop down the ladder.
Fall back
You demand the fluid to scream,
Make his golden shade,
His mysterious sparkle,
Tempt the intensifying terror
Discard your eyes.