Cry Not

Words slip away from my hands,

blend with sweat and rot down into your mouth.

Come and take a look: it's me, over there, flying over the fog from your dirty breath.

Hiding the dizzying sound of your hair. Hiding the dizzying sound of your shoes,

Listen: someone is entering this noisy room, there is no space out, so, please, come inside,

Have you swallowed them? Have you heard what I gave you?

I may slay these words with blades, recovering tender wounds with tears

Deception is my burnt wing, I´ll take you to my promised land

Then I can just step you on the floor, and you'll know: pain sustains my heavy weight