icelove.

i would rather be mute in all over my skin
if i couldn't notice the sharp wind and bright lights
on that night
walking through that street, smelling ice everywhere
a broken glass here
a broken soul there
avoiding human contact
just shoes, hands and a beating heart looking for
nothing.
the freezing was so strong that my smile smashed some faces
i could swear that for one minute
passing my hands through the walls
i felt the bowels of the night
the bodies in movement
fearless
desperados
my heels have just broken down.
i don't stop.
i break the second one and keep walking
among the night veins.
i would rather be mute in all over my skin
if i couldn't notice the night, the sound and the feeling.