Nails against the wall, slow they crawl,
they creaks hardly Whirling but plainitive,
the memory of breathing air not concrete.
Guards, checking, repeatedly ,
lunatics like their faces,

The day they came, without any expression ,
it's every time in my head, as their voices,
Without color like the walls
of the place where they bring me.
Difference between
death and life is so weak sometime

Sense of the things lost in time,
as the time loose in myself..
I've spent part of my life
not to run, after memories,
Now memories bring me to life,
the irony.
Umbelieveble, i'm incredolous,
flat myself against the wall…
Bars…

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