• Screaming shatters the night.
    It is me, caught in a dream,
    trapped;
    by the cold steel knife
    that cut my heart into pieces
    and left me weeping, dying on the ground.

    The ground,
    that is where I found her dead that night
    it seems so much like a dream;
    no, the pain is too raw for that. Feeling trapped,
    that cruelly sharpened knife,
    her bloody pieces

    My sisters’ death left my life in pieces,
    my heart died that night on the ground.
    Now I stumble blindly in the night,
    wishing I could, but never waking from this dream.
    I truly am trapped.
    If only I too could end it all with a knife.

    Why do you look at this knife
    and judge? You have not tried to pick up the pieces.
    Your life was not thrown on the ground
    nor were your dreams destroyed in the night.
    Don’t judge until you’ve lost your dream
    or fallen in another’s grave and been trapped.

    But I don’t want to remain forever trapped
    I want to be free of the curse of the knife
    I need your help to pick up the pieces
    And get up out of the ground
    I want to dance freely in the night
    And be able to say I too have a dream

    Maybe that is only a dream
    Flying for a moment, only to be once more trapped
    Forever walking on the edge of a knife
    Between life and a life in pieces
    ,but I have to try. I can’t stay on the ground
    Because then I’ll never know the freedom of the night.

    Will you help me bury the knife in the ground tonight? Will your love free me from being trapped, and allow me to pick up the pieces? Or will you also, destroy my dream?