In the middle of dark
Lost in woods and rain
I wheeze and wonder
for who did I fall?
Who was it? Who was she?
Black cold dust blinds my sight.
Trembling, feeling shivers down my
spine.
I stand and shout
Who was she?
And then, memories return:
The first kiss under that tree.
The confession, the dance.
The hugs, kisses.
The first time we made love.
All of it.
Afterwards, only red.
An astonishing red.
Blood.
Red blood.
Red eyes in a red face.
A red mouth coughing red blood.
A red knife, a red pair of hands.
She was beautiful. She was so pure.
She WAS…
But then, a whisper came through the
wind
A true sign of God’s hand
Never in history a single question
showed so many emotions:
Joy, regret, fear, envy, love, hate,
hate, HATE!
Who was she?
No!
WHO AM I?
Sencillo, pero bastante bello.
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