Your face has become a memory
unpleasant  and  feared
One horror of a face
The same one
I used to
chase

On a rainy day
she tucks herself in,
lying on a pillow
made out of tears.
...
As the heavy raindrops
fall on her skin,
on a rainy day,
she barely sleeps.
...
Every time she does,
she wakes full of shame
...
and then she comes to realize
that rain is her name.

She likes to walk naked
along the midnight river
for there is a nightmare
denying her sleep

She´s trying to drown it
in depths of the water
but all the drowned fears
keep living indeed

Like moon to the sky
she keeps coming back
a figure of an angel
a statue made of steel

She parleys with her demons
to call off their threats
In clothes she was born with
her soul comes out to heal