December.

I drive through this fog, so thick and grey,

cutting it like I used tu cut myself;
I stop and my head I lay,

my tired head with a tired brain

and tired arms and tired heart.

Flashes of memories sparkling in the night,

driving towards you, they are my guide

like stars; I can't help loving

- this is my defence, this is my defeat

and as he breaks my soul, I fall to your feet.

My secret carved into my eyes

that close not to see the world we're into

made of lies - is this life?

As long as you don't know, he doesn't;

as long as I don't speak, you don't.

A perfect equilibrium made of nothing

and no one speaks - but everything hurts.

My nature screams,

prisoner in a cage made of gold

don't find this treasure

-I know you know-

and shatter these pearls in the fog so cold.

A slave for our fears

I have become.

December 2013