come with me
she said, cutting his air

the fullest moon climbs to the edge of the window
too big and heavy as a ****** night

take me with you, the solitude is looking for my veins
but the pain does not accept transfusions

I think I lost my voice
I dropped it and the whole place was filled with vocal

hide me dear night
do not let the haughty-silence to straddle me
in an useless rodeo

he showed us the true face
but now he left us to play beyond the empty eyes

who will replace him
will only be a voice of ash ...