One oddly tilted head
Two eyes were two stones thrown into the horizon
Four misplaced limbs because of the shock
Three? They were left
Those names were unheard when you did these kind of things

It's cold here, I'm dead, I'm so dead
Under a crowded line of fog-makers
Nobody could see me.
Ironic? No.
They couldn't see my nose, my lips even a tiny bit strands of hair
I'm dead I'm so dead
All I can do is waiting for someone to smell me
Help me!

- - -

One cold heart was needed
Two blank eyes were left by dignity
Four uncontrolled limbs the liquids took charge
Three? They left me
None could stand hearing my name after all

It's cold here, I can't sleep, can't sleep
Behind the window I can see trees making up things
Frightening? No
I could see the nose, the lips, even the tiny bit strands of hair
It's morning again and I still stare
I didn't imagine things, here she is,
I can't sleep, can't sleep
Help me!