Nimetön

I hear the glass is breaking, that was another window today.
How your naked feet are walking on the pieces.
Bloodprints on the floor, but I can't see them anymore, you blinded me as you walked by.
You cry.
And I try to hold your arm, but you are too close to the sharp pieces.
And I wanted to come close, and say to you what it all was, but pieces were allready cutting.

Too sharp to touch, like you.