Alicia

I spin around in circles,
a dangerous dream of mud.
dream of mud, dream of mud, dream of mud.
and Alicia slowly falls, slowly falls,
in her black dress and no shoes,
hiding her face between her hands.
but her eyes are the devil's gaze,
holding hands, prisoners hand in hand,
and they drift away in the frozen reflection.
I spin around in circles,
never resting on the same side,
nor by the noise would you have known
that she arrived a while ago,
like a shadow lost in the lake,
silently searching for some damned soul.
nobody told me that I had failed,
and a prisoner she took me.