Cracked and torn apart
I hear your dying voice
That penetrates
like a razor in my flesh
And the tremor
from your dull heartbeats
Pollutes my mind
with its putrefaction...
I smell the colorless fluid
emanated from your entrails
And my vision is blinded
with the impenetrable
darkness of your blood
Inexhaustible source
of existential pain, of misery
And you cling uselessly
to my body with inert fingers...
Remember me as the storm
that cast you out to the vacuum
I didn't come here
to close your wounds...
Questions pour down
like a storm that wraps everything
And you beg that my silence
will finally set you free
While you dry yourself
like a bloodless empire
Which sole consolation
are its black tears...
And even in the last circle of hell
Winds of abysmal despair embrace you
And you hear the pestilent
chant of loneliness
Who claims for the fruit of your veins...
From your cup I drank
the plutonic poison of madness
And still resonates
in my posthumous dreams
your final regret...

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