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A walk through the hall

where they laugh at anything

convex eyes to the emptiness

the door there, where they aren´t

conversationt with people

who have never been

pavilion of the monstums

and scream from psychiatry

finally to believe

that it goes when the body is heavy

tinge-expiration a longing to stand up

late, you don´t manage to live.

A cancer of will-points which could lead

somewhere else

fucking life-fucking dying

Howing of the sirens

and nurse´s fast move

violent light from the hall

by a sound of lifts

a thirst that etchs bowels

Acoustic and luminous alarm

by the change your condition

screams to the night

You don´t inspect veins

on ragged mattress

filing by blood.

A cancer of will- purulent calfs after dirty needles

compress, ease the pulse has changed in a dream.