I will paint a hole in the skin
there on the left chest
where I feel the silence of many years
be the hollow of my body,
be the lair of my sorrow
I'll make a bonfire of stories and poems,
a tower of my heroes, my blood
and will be the fire of my life, my transformation will
in the ashes that I am
I will delve into the wound of my heart,
Five hundred deaths tonight
not enough to satisfy my hunger of misery misery
be embodied
woman will be dark days of my life without light
night terrors, nightmares
my cry,
so prescient that fantasy will never be mistaken
I have eaten my dreams
I'll sleep in the coffin that calls me, I will embrace
land that touches me I get a kiss
Parca passionate
be so cold that dragged me to the point of origin
will come to me when
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