This infected wound is dyeing inside me
It’s one thousand oceans of rotten blood
A sterile desperation makes me void.
My heart is a piece of dirty ice
Thrown among his cold stones
Wrapped and corroded by a bitter fluid
(the sterile caress of violence)
The world is an hole of desperation
Where wallowing bodies collide
Infecting each pure flower
Born by this obstinate malediction
Called life
I’m just a piece of bloody flesh
Forsaken on dust
Anything else is just emptiness
Kinking me inside
Tears fall down into a deep abyss
They don’t make my pain be fruitful
It’s like dry ground beyond this immense emptiness.
My crown of thorns
Made sickly buds sprout up
If just could stat rain
If thunderstorm could burn this damned game
I could start to be reflected in the sea again
Looking just at serenity
Like my first day in this world
Where’s my salvation?
Tell me I can be a child again
My little heart a silver pearl
Ingénue, smiling alone
Voices inside me must be burnt
Flesh must be torn away
If just could start rain
If thunderstorm could burn this damned game
I could start to be reflected in the sea again
Looking just at serenity
Like my first day in this world
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