Looking at the note of someone
Entirely mad.
Took it from the large pile of those in my closet.

Wrote them yesterday in the middle of another heat wave.
When everyone was a bit insane
On edge of melting down.

I read them last night
Thought that I could find there something worth my time.

Instead, I found myself staring
Through the inked pages
Right in my doe eyes.

Night air reeked of
Someone else's sweat and broken dreams.

The fresh winds ruffled through the light blue curtains.

Stars dazzled in the distance
Some of them got stuck in my growing horns.

Oh peaceful night of woken mysteries!
Sometimes I wish for you to swallow me whole...

Forgive me for all my dreams, tainted red.
All those words that broke through my cracked lips.
You have no slightest idea of
That repelling aftertaste.

The whirlwind of feeling froze.
Something outside this walls
Called out on me, luring me with its breathy voice.

Looking out I saw a pack of deers Passing under stars,
Walking slowly, as if to show their beauty and freedom.

A cold refreshing wind tore the note out of my clutched hands and all those left hidden in my stained closet.
Tore the past apart right in my sight.

I breathed out,
Not realising how badly I lacked oxygen.

Shed of my clothes I stepped out if the high window, not looking back.

I heard the sound of hooves hitting hot pavement.
I looked back just to see a limp body on the ground.

Walking faster, then running.
I ran.
Still hot air changed to fresh
After I left the feverish city.