Trauma

How can you stare with that nice problem bare?
In death would time sleep for one passing thought?
Oh blood of poem placed in death and tear
Sit for one that writes frozen to have wrought

Now time will pass into empty cold space
Your belligerent brain has time you drown
Fall to ash deemed hell called in beyond place
Well dazzled but earth puts a person down

I placed a fear in the hopes for mankind
You fought in faith of terrible veiled blood
We possess the same problem to show blind
How true nature shows flaws in colored stud

In form life can have two roles dying played.
One kills with stained heart but one kills with blade

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño