Sweet Hole (to my city)

Sweet hole (to my city).

Dear grey and desperate town,

what happened to your skies?

Are you really falling down?

I see bitterness in your eyes.

 

Has your song faded away?

Has your skin turned to concrete?

Can you hear the words I say?

And what about your cold heart beat?

 

Or it’s just me, am I drowning

in your asphalt, in your streets?

In your sorrow I am sinking,

I can’t hide myself when it hits.

 

With closed fists I hold my breath,

bite my tongue, wait for your end.

So, Turin, is this your death?

From your grey and desperate friend.