I opened my eyes to the sky that you saw
(damned devotchka)--
the words that we wrote as a team;
our dream,
as useless as it was.

There was fire in your mouth,
rhymed poison, I found.
You told me aboutan emptiness,
your shout,
your weariness,
clearing my mind
and snatching my piety.

There are words that you penned with your fears.
There are words that you said calmly with a sneer.
There are words I would never, ever dare to
say
out
loud.