Sick
Very ill
Of crushed soul
Distorted spirit
All Dreams
Picture Shredders
Screams
Sick
Dark sickness
That cancels the body
Cadaveric smiles
Embracing your dead
Asking for forgiveness
A disease that does not spread
That suffocates
Lips purplish
Frosted eyes
Almost unconscious
No one will greet you on the other side.
Caged in one's own body
Febrile
Sick
In the wake of time lost
Now wander between dimensions
Lost,
Walks treading on clouds
Singing songs you've never heard
Your injured feet are joy
She picks psychedelic flowers that exude poison
Crossed the veil of reality
There are no more masks now
They just smile in anguish.
Sick
From a shadow that welcomed her
It will disappear without marks or memories.
Crazy.