He carved the image from his body, while he was tearing the heads of his own world.
Winter has come in his purple galaxy
and now It won't smell like lilacs anymore
he opened his love with a knife
to find calmness in hot veins
his self-destruction process has become simpler in the void
the pain in clenched teeth is not like being saved
he is lost in the hopeless land
between the parallels of darkness and emptiness
seagulls n screams in cloudy memories
corrodes the measured nothingness
in rotting flesh
he couldn't keep his dream of freedom alive
in the abandoned gray coma energy
victory death takes place in his heart

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