A little girl running in a wood

Of burning breeze and willow greens

In her hands she holds a basket filled up with loaded guns

A few drawings of her own

And a warning note signed like ‘mom’

Nor the butterflies distracted her

Out of her disposed mind

She will take this faithful basket

She would make her mommy proud

Now the wood  starts to draw

Giant eyes in all the leaves

And the bugs and other creatures

They all know who that girl is

“Little girl, where are you going with such a curious look?”

“Little girl better be careful don´t let yourself become a scum”

And the world starts to toss

And the ground shaking below

A circle drawn appears in it

Big and deep

Softly sings

“Jump in me”

Down she goes

Down the earth

The lights turns on and she finally see

A room of mirrors for walls

Her reflections shines

Is not herself what she sees

It’s a big weirdo guy

Dressed in black

Such a disguise

Two darks spots as his eyes

A cracky line as his smile

In his hand

She can see

A warning note signed like mom