...running away from a bloody day*

...not even a single dot of blood,

over her hands,

over her eyes,

over her vains...

it was the only thing she could make

but not even a single wound over her own vains

another day and the same old soft scarves...

she's breathing now

so heavy and so bloody air inside...

and she is asking herself now...

site, day and hour...

walk away my dear
walk away
while I watch your steps from far away...

"like in dreams like in the sky....even when I'm by yourside"