Where are my eyes?
Where is my lip?
Why is here a place
cold darkness here?

There are children playing
in a mirror.
laughter does not leave under the
labyrinth

Red blood gets my body wet
And who is killing me?

Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place cold darkness here?

want to feel warmth of
skin gets wet as having got wet
and rain
And who is killing me?