The white walls kept the happiness
Of a beloved child
Bodies escaped but not the mind
We hardly cleaned up the liquor store
To soil his blood
With nicotine and cheap red wine
I get it now, I write it ...
Somehow, medicine and drugs were useless,
Nothing else but ruins, they left
You keep restoring
As I pass by the reflection of a lost keepsake,
The distorted figure remains faceless
We just share an opened skin
I get it now, I write it down
The quill breaks with the weight of words
Black ink spread in
The marble veins of his memories
A palimpsest, a repentance
Occulted times
The manuscript was made of stains
Somehow, medicine and drugs were useless,
A different time, a different type, a different shape
Somehow, nothing else but ruins, they left,
A different time, a different shape
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