I met a hidden part of me,
Never to be shown or deified
I saw putridity within my eyes...
The shame of facing me through a mirror,
Of watching those hands of mine.
I did things that I despise,
Although I can't deplore
For they nullify each other,
I absent my consciouness...
Inner pain is so overwhelming
That I must compensate it with blood.
quarta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2012
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