The gloomy sky is dimming this town

and I get lost inside the music; immersed in red velvet.

His green apron once again provokes

every single cell in me – so does his cheerless gaze.

The days are deprived of time and words; in motives.

The lion’s boom on the cover breaks the silence –

I click on the keys while singing the lines one by one

“I pull the devil down with me one way or another.”

I regret the passing seconds on the train stop

when nobleness was drowned brutally in bluffers’ flame;

where the cracking bones were the only sound in my ears;

when a single ring was a million tributes to a moronic affair.

And I let go; slowly, gently, with pride.

S