The Day Before

The gloomy sky is dimming this town
and I get lost inside the music; immersed in red velvet.

His green apron once again provokes
every single cell in me – so does his cheerless gaze.
The days are deprived of time and words; in motives.

The lion's boom on the cover breaks the silence –
I click on the keys while singing the lines one by one
"I pull the devil down with me one way or another."

I regret the passing seconds on the train stop
when nobleness was drowned brutally in bluffers' flame;
where the cracking bones were the only sound in my ears;
when a single ring was a million tributes to a moronic affair.

And I let go; slowly, gently, with pride.