The Stench of a Dead Spirit

Like what dies from dying flesh

While dying on the brink of regret

Like an incurable disease

To kill the pain its necessary to die!

Refused to plant his seed

for the pain to be buried only with himself

And erase any vestige of it

The deeper it is buried!

the more forgettable it will be

The deeper it is buried!

No matter where it comes from, all shit stinks the same

Now here it is, being and not being

wishing and not wishing...