Tell me while I still breathe —
What do you really want from me?
Is there something you need?
What do you get from my agony?

How can you pierce my heart,
Then twist the blade within my chest,
Then tear me completely apart
And still — not find your rest?

What evil force could this command?
It must be from the tenth circle of hell.
What amount of darkness in your hand
Would wish me anything but well?

Out of pure pity, I care for you...
And wonder when will you be whole,
Cause now I know — the things you do,
You do to have control.

That's the beast that feeds your soul,
You are more broken than I'll ever be.
But there's a way out from that abysmal hole,
If only this truth you'd be able to see...

You are as big as little you are.
It's hard to understand it from afar...
But the moment you admire even a little star,
You will know — you're not that far.

With trembling fingers, I lift the lid of the inkwell.
A strong gust of wind flings the wooden window open.

...that escapes my notice.

Deep inhale — sharp scent of ink pierces my senses.
I'm disturbed by how profoundly she understands me.

The old, open window screeches.

Am I losing my mind? No one has ever wept alongside me.
I sink the nib into that small vessel, into which, somehow, all my bitterness has been poured.

The freezing cold gnaws at my right cheek, seeping into my skin.

                         Reality hits me.

I toss the pen aside in disbelief.

I look to my right, toward the open window I just now noticed.
I get up and shut it.

Uneasily, I turn slowly to face her, and I stare — speechless.

"So you were a lie as well."