It Hurts

It hurts when death is knocking at

The open door of empty flat.

I’m moving on in darkness cause

The life is hell and love is curse.

I kissed your face in brightest dreams

Among the cold and falling leaves.

The rain hates me but lightning loves

My soul and pain, my bleeding scars.

I’m screaming “Hey!” but no one hears.

The sun is dead. The moon, it seems,

Just looks at me through night and smoke

And thinks my life’s unfunny joke.

But you’re not mine, you did right choice.

Just let me hear your pretty voice –

I cannot live in silence, dear,

I cannot look at broken mirror

And see the ghost… So tell me “Hey!

I’ll be with you. I’ll surely stay…”