Geimhre Any Further Word
My hands are so cold
what have I become?
I look at myself in a mirror - Monster!
This sterile breast of mine
procreates only dust now
If I could paintnew colors
they would be dawn.
What a sadness, it won`t take me
I won`t listen to any further word
What a sadness, it won`t take me
I won`t listen to any further word
I left all my precious spaces to unworthy people
who tore all my beauty and forgot everything
but now I will take my things back
because I feel no pity
