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The veil falls alighting on the ground

into an abyss away from the illusions

and in a whirlwind of only obsessions,

chains that lock your spirit.

Paralyzed, you pray

to dissolve all obstacles,

at your smile to reveal itself

and at the oppressions to fade...

And suffering sing

the need for a caress

to fill the void

of an endless cry.

On your deathbed

trails of blood shine (you touch them...),

vanish in your eyes (madness...),

result of your despair (of the peace that you don't find!).

And you scream overwhelmed:

happiness, serenity!

Tear your heart,

ask them to come in,

to pray for you, destroyed.

To see the light in this dark room (mind...),

to can leave again.

And amaze yourself

of the infinity of an illusion,

of a shaped and perfect nature

that welcomes your damn soul.

And escape from nightmares

of an unchanged reality,

reserve of unattainable hopes,

and an hand to nowhere.