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…”
