HORIZON

Syringes prick as roses

and smell sweet,

with them those strangers

go some place and dream.

Their souls became homeless

and fly somewhere,

with bleeding arms they break their days,

the loved ones have scattered.

The cold is everywhere in the city,

you want the others to go away,

don’t say good-bye for the last time

you’d better break the needle in the ice.

The cold is everywhere in the city

and see how love chills out,

will you be weak and fall asleep

you’d better break the needle in the ice.