3327 False clause

I live in the world
Of the deads.
I awake in the cosmos
Of the dreams.
And my dilemma is
How to reconstruct
Piece by piece
The scaffold of my skin,
How to sigh in another way
That doesn’t be
With death longing
Neither oppressive rave.
I die in the orb
Of the alive ones,
I am delirious in the world
Of the reality
And everything is because
Of the false clause
That you forced me to sign.