Shadows and raindrops over me
someone ordered them to kill
that's their only reason to exist
and so is mine to subsist.
It's a figth to death or live
with no plan, with no help
over me the darkest days
over you my saddest face.
Who will give me a moon
to begin being myself
to frighten the demons
who follow my soul
looking for a slave? 
There is no answer
only time to waste
sharing a black wine
with Hitlers, Rippers
and Pinochets.
Who will convince me
to take off the bandage
of the eyes of my hearth?
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