I am in the piece of glass, broken mirror
my grave
night curse that look lifeless, the iris has
tarnished am nothing more than a silhouette
am a shadow
break
No brains as a corpse without a shroud,
mystical am in my agony
the grudge and irony,
my mind is consumed by these worms
sad the small bite
the green monster in my dream
Refuse tears to my eyes tired,
Would hate for life then?
keep this fantasy that I am
into the empty box of my soul
burn this heart that beats no
silence the only voices I hear,
to pick up the pieces of my ruin
I'm losing
I tasted never empty, bluish
this incomparable
fear the demon that food in my womb
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