The scars are open
and with a claw of broken,
the Death whispering my name.
She comes, she holds me
and with fists hits me.
So, I can't breathe.
In my mind I see only fears -
reason for my falling tears
on the deaf ground.
I didn't know what she wanted me to do.
Maybe, this heart beats with other blood.
It was difficult to listen that I was nothing. ...