Enlighten


I want to throw up
Throwing black inks
Nausea has ventured in the cavity of chest
Like a leech in the hallway of death
Panhandling empty hands
Spreading a toxin of absentee

A package of bones and braided skin
Moaning to look for their masters
The souls who roam to the universe
Trapped in a black hole
Or hid behind butterfly wings

I’m waiting for a call
That will make the demons destroyed
At that moment, please hug me
In the most pure consciousness
I need you to believe in me
Love me tenderly
Shaking the starless night sky
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