The night's no longer mine
nor the days, nor the blue skies.
The walls are crumpling down
I no longer feel alive.
The sun's turn to blood
like the tears, like a flood.
And I'm becoming sower
I will soon consume in fire.
paisajes de la mente / inquieta e inconciente / de esa que alucina / con mundos incoherentes
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