This desert in which I continue to suffocate
I breathe hard and swallow sand, wind
But then everything in here disappears, as if I had
A black hole in the middle of the heart
From which he never returns
No lights or vibrations
And they are no longer there
And now that I've turned off my reason
I push myself further down
Inside the abyss of pain
In this black hole there is no time
And with difficulty I walk, with difficulty I breathe
I see things and write them, I hear things that I avoid
They are daggers that I have carefully sharpened
And I know, I should be afraid of it but instead I play with it
But I see things you can't understand
You can't feel my pain
That it were also true that I created it
But if you play with it a little too much, do you see what it has become?
A black hole in the middle of the heart
From which he never returns
No lights or vibrations
And they are no longer there
And now that I've turned off my reason
I push myself further down
Inside the abyss of pain
And they are no longer there
You can't follow me anymore
I know it's all a lie
That there is no truth here
This pain is not a friend
That I am my only enemy
And even if you had nothing to do with it