Poem to Dorothy
Where are your silver shoes? where's your innocence?
I remember that summer
we used to sing and dance.
Dear you kind-hearted whore
Trust - what a nice word! - I won't understand it anymore.
Can you remember when I told you my secrets?
Can you feel the misery of my weakness?
Can you live with that weird memory?
Can you hear me guiltless Dorothy?
Broken pieces of memories in the night,
I can hear your voice - girl you deserve it - you were right.
I should be dead, I should shut up and go away,
but who will bleed for you? Who won't let you play?
When I told you it's not enough for me!-
I didn't know the freaks who we gonna be.
I was faithful to the demon in you, and You are the one
who will know what I meant when i'm gone
the Lion, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man
I tought they could catch me one day,
I hoped I could let the loneliness
But they were all demons of Lucifer
dark, calculating, sleepless souls