Desires are springing forth

The shock of resentment

A weight is running down my veins

The one that revels against gravity

I am my own pollution and the curse of my thoughts

Forced to leave something behind

Attention always seeks a target as there is no gain

No more substance neither

The cors of blood

I might be empty dissolved and left from my absence poisoned of my own breath

Harmful and shaped washed away to nothing

Left neither the core of dream

No more substance neither

The core of blood