For the void in my heart
Is like a broken glass
In which each drop that I use to fill it
Flows away before the arrival of the next one
An infinite hourglass
Where each grain of sand hurts like a bullet
A hypnotizing, perpetual movement that buries me in silence
Behind the thick veil of memory
And I shout, to express the suffering
Release the pain and make you aware of my presence
This cacophony will be nothing but an empty call
Like a voice in the land of stars
This invisible force strong like a thousand
Of fervent devotee holding me on this cold ground
An ardent pyre consuming my heart
As a sacrifice for a better renewal
A dawn so bright that no poet can describe
But in this world bathed in light
My horizons will become the wood of the coffin
The nails slowly planted into my rotting flesh
Looking downwards
In this eternal rhythm of suffering
