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A rotten skin that falls in scraps under the caress

An empty carcass, a vast and vacant skeleton

Sadly singing to the sky

Behind those shut eyelids, an important distress

Feeling of abandonment that no kiss can soothe

Love cannot build a les painful truth

Love cannot heal a rotten soul

Because warmth is something that it can't feel

It is a land of perpetual night

In which we are no more than blood

Body parts, and heartbreaking sadness

A never-ending nightmare

Is covering the world

With a deadly silence

I live outside this world

I have my own landscapes

My own cemeteries

We don't mourn for the same dead

The flowers growing over the bodies of the innocent

Have this constant distressing curve, facing the sky