It has overcome me
A suddenly
Desire
Of allowing me to die
By asphyxia
For exhalation,
Because each puff
Of air that
I try,
According to the method
Of trial and error,
It leaves me being delirious
More and more
Because of the appearance
Of your being.
My will
Of iron,
Deadly
It was bent
When you magnetized
The wound
Of your illusion
In my chest.
After there
The right thing
Hasn’t been
In my road
Neither in the course
Of my destination
Hasn’t been the peace.
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