Heavy eyes
All I ask to the heavens is to free my soul from this world.
This corrupted life, this profound wounds.
I hate myself for this human body, that is like a piece of paper.
This person around me that seem to have it all, yet don’t have
nothing... nada.
This space is only a heavy breathing and despair.
Please, somebody, save me from this slavery that is to
be in this corps.
The surround sound of my beating heart is asking for
a pair of iron wings. To get away, to be, just that.
