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beaten up...
eyes full of tears...
wounds in every part...
the last leg of the journey...
strength in no cell...

beaten black and blue...
every time an attempt is made
to get up...
and live on...

arrows from every direction...
blood...the same red shade
that makes up a romantic red rose...

every harmony conflicts with
some basic discordant note...
eyes close...
eyelids batting in a desperate attempt to
keep open...

the earth opening up..,
revealing a coffin with thorns from the inside
pallid and senseless...but still subject to pain...

In short... I want my mother...
take me into your arms...
please... please...

I surrender...