Surviver of the emptiness,
Me? Naked and eaten alive
I sit in Her cold womb and wait
For the imaginary to rise
And crave me back.
Wait with my mouth sewed.
My ribs are a cage
For the famine you've tought me,
And I am obeying you
Cause in my mind
Only the thick smoke and reject
Dominates.
And the sorrow is no longer truthful,
As She recasted it
To madness.
Foarte frumoasa! Poate vrei sa mai vorbesti si vc mine?
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