With the poison that flows her in the veins,
thousand mutations, thousand new dimensions.
With the body twisted by the pain,
life flows away bringing himself/herself/itself behind its wake.
to try to stop the pain that tries.
To try once more to fly,
but without wings you won't fly of certain.
The poison by now you/he/she has reached the heart infecting the blood and your life.
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