4879 I will be soft inside

When you arrive, 

My king stars 

Will have expelled 

Several solar 

Flares 

And from my lung 

Thousands of screams 

Will have come out. 

A soundless moan 

Will have grown 

In my pharynx 

And a clamor 

Will have escaped 

From my mouth.

A final breath 

Will have escaped 

And in my eyes 

The cries 

And sighs 

Will tremble with cold.

When you arrive, 

Because of the anxiety 

Lixiviate for your wait, 

My watchtowers 

Will already be exhausted 

And I will be soft inside.