Neilton

The lion

Who to tell 

Who to trust 

I breathe with no lungs

The searing tears 

Pierced my face

she killed the pigeon

She put the knife in the wound 

Rubbed it so deep and she bled

My breath 

My lungs 

Almost have given up

Can\'t hold alive 

For so long 

I had forgotten the cold 

She killed the pigeon 

Out of hatred and fury 

All the lies of a love

So dear 

Was a joke.

As she rubs it 

The anger in her eyes 

Fearsome and merciless

The vicious lion 

Ready to disembowel 

The defenceless prey