titled to life: Ice of Death

wrecked sounds echos

whitin the vault of my mind

twisting in pieces the remining

fragments of my dying soul

Yet, my splittering spine

won’t bend or listen to

the voices of my ancestor

shaming me for

my choices.

i ask to the dead pulse of my heart

what it is ‘to feel alive’

and he responds:

'it is to be.'

splutterin liter of blood

when the world makes

me bleed

crawling in stagnation

when the people makes

me evil

i can do nothing

but

close my eyes

when the sea of confusion

ravage my mind.

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