For the sketched lifes ; suffered heroes
are being searched with extinguished candle.
a copy of your soul in the lost lands
desperately begging you.
So we sink too, we have looked too
with these eyes to the crowded world
who we wrote, who we burned
with these words
with endless and lonely sentences
You would not be alone, would not disappear
don’t be scared
leave yourself to me
you would not be alone, would not be forgotten
do not ever think
make peace with yourself
Life is too short anyway
too short
too short ...