It's 9 pm,
it's raining outside,
you are five years old,
you hear screams,
you hug yourself
and hold a teddy.
black horns,
daddy's little bad girl,
yellow eyes,
the enemy ...
they say ...
red pills that melt in my mouth
in the silence of the night
it was possible to live
in this straight dimension.
I go against the wall straight,
dance in the blood.
All of a sudden
the music goes out,
Red and blue.
You're twenty again,
the blood is gone,
the heart-shaped scar.
the heroine that now is devil.
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