Cold. Dead body. Pain inside.
Cold. Dead body. Calm outside.
Feeling free through this amount of rocks.
Float near the surface, it’s just the sound
of untroubled water. Submerged by fear,
blood is still running in your veins. No
one can hear you. Caresses on your face -
forget these hateful hands.
Inferiority complex. Male domination.
They rape what they hate.
And now your throat is free. No one can,
can hear you.
Illusion, old pictures, rise up and touch
the cloud layer.
There’s no saver, no love, no time. The
current draws the line. A last tear swallowed
up in the mass. Fraction of fear.
Calm inside. Darkness.