The world is empty
Dark, lonely nights in the world;
A breath of fresh air in the woods;
A glimpse of a look in your eyes;
A shadow behind me.
Cut. Wound.
It bleeds, the river is red;
The book is stained.
Burn. Flowers.
The water is salty;
The air smells of rotten flesh;
The dark night has fallen.
My hands are not moving,
A sound is heard in the forest;
The wolf is going to sleep.
It's now the emptiness.
