of unbearable solitude
When thousands of bloody-mixed
ideas of the whole
Brutally invade at once
the already suffering mind
And you don't know what
in the middle of tortuous ways
Your soul and sight and starving fingers
are gonna find
That's when my madness universe
reaches for your aim
All of your escapes, deathful looks
and brute terderness
That's what my crucified unsensible needs
unavoidably look for
It seems that in there resides
the blinding light towards home
You in me generating a passionate
and dangerous territory to roam
In my sweet desperation
I find your prophetic eyes
Your strongly dead regard throw me into new life
This is when truth merciless wins lies"
por Millie Martius
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