Between the rough hands of the darkening
My torments of social inclemency hide
So inhumanly ignored like a homeless which stretches his hand
And without explanation nor mercy, they allow to leak
For with mantras of beasts they suck what I never lived
In which the absence of that time not consumed
Shall haunt me and my entrails in a childish magic
Because the world is not mine
But my dreams are, and I perpetuate channels to personal dimensions
Where in my fables I feel the monumentality never lived before

I'm a passenger of inexistence
In a reality of malevolence

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