At Any Moment Now

I have spent too much time

with naughty children.

I have given all I could

asking no questions.

Can't keep quiet any longer

while you're forcing yourself

to find out a reason for hating me.

Chill is coming in

and I couldn't give you a shelter,

couldn't take to your ghosts

anymore.

These summer days are going

towards an end

and soon you'll be realizing

what really means

being lost in that silence

which is neither poetry

nor injustice

but just a sentence.

Killing without knowing

what is the reason...

"Innocent murderers"

I should forgive again...

Whatever you gave me

will burn without a trace.

You should have known

what your realm's made of.