Mauvais Présage

Who are you really?
Remnants of me
Silver statues
Silk horses

These cement blades
Have pierced our fears
The rain is icy with blood
It has frozen our resentments

Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands in front of their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits

Who are you really?
Pieces of summer
And the silver statues
Are lost in saltwater

Dancing reflections
Have darkened the features
But life takes them back
Our nights will be drowned

Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands in front of their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits