• I am,
    The one that barely writes with half a soul.
    Don’t know,
    If it was your name that brought me
    Into this world filled up with demons,
    Into this fire, that cools the windows
    Of your eyes.

    Give me the chance, just to show you who
    I am.
    But who knows how we are, how things can end up.

    I do not dare to speak with you.
    I had never imagined such beauty,
    your smile, which guides me to the
    Unknown.

    Oh, what and awful cruelty
    has been committed.
    Your silence, as blades,
    penetrate my moon,
    my peace, my love.