Lights

Behind the rush.
Beneath the rocks.
In the middle of the city
I can't move. 


Naked to you
Lying on the cold floor...


The void inside and the pool of tears.


Rage. I get up. 


Run to the nothing in front of me.
Unknown.


Feel the lights against my skin.
This is where I should be !  


(Texto by Catherinne Duarte)