Old pain, but New Year‘s eve
Just a day, but nothing changed
Glitter, make-up and painkillers
Pain is my extravagant evening dress
my stamina will be my catwalk babe
every contraction of muscle has a bit of rhythm
maybe I will dance tonight a bit different,
The pain will break me, for hours today
skilfully covered inside chaos by a pretty mask
with red lip gloss, pretending nothing had happened,
perfume like an ephemeral detail and tone of pain
it tears, cuts, and breaks inside, while I glow from outside
800grIbuprofen whenever I need assistance
for social life in any context
I am sorry, I am reckless today
painless is the only thing that makes a sense
so I focus on that, all other things are out of the frame
becuase the pain is the egoistic player
without comfort, it won‘t start to play
without its circle of comfort and predict the outcome
which says easy, slow it down, rest, be a cool woman
no scenario is such an urgent crisis in this hell
you are a step away from the solution
dream, solitude, rest, painkillers, stupor
Painless is the only thing that makes sense today
tomorrow is a new day, but the pain stays the same.