Paper House

Paper house

When I rolled downhill,
in my unwary run
across the forest
I raised a breeze
erasing my tracks.

And while this sweet fall
I turned my eyes
"I'm not far from my mountain,
I'll be right back"

I’ll do, I remember the way,
just a little farther,
she said cursed by gravity,
and her hands seeding stones,
and a hole dug in her gaze.

The twilight stole the sun,
skies turned reddish at last,
it´s time to way back,
with my cracked hands

But my eyes were dirty,
drew demons in my way
who promised me shortcuts, but
they took me to a paper house.

making love with demons
in the paper house,
she cried her own lies,
and her hands full of stones,
and a hole up on the hill.


just a little farther.. until the paper house…

just a little farther… till the paper house…