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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