We can’t see clear into the water.

Long time before we paid attention, the clear blue has been painted red.

They can’t breathe through our own mess, ‘cause the guilt couldn’t care less.

Wait, there is no sound, no vibration, no divine melodies, no charming sweet voices meant to reach the babies, no children songs, everything is gone.

We can’t take each others’ hands, ‘cause we can’t hold on to this meaningless nothing.

A cruel look touches the heart and leads it to heaven, a beautiful smile breaks you in parts and sells you to demons.

Piece with piece, until they awake and like the taste of faithfulness . Until they catch you by the hand, and throw you under the surface. Until they want your everything.

Selling yourself for a one last moment with your dearest faces is not an answer.

Raised hands are slowly drowning in our waters and we’ve only got ourselfs to blame for not swinging further.

Little light are slowly fading out, but when we open our eyes, there is nothing left to search for, not this time. Without lights, nights steal our pride.

So, what can we say, now, when heads are falling down?

“ Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one. “