It fass down
the table and crashes.Inside,the liquid rushes and wets
the floor,the walls,some furniture. I pick it up and I
look at the door;it opens,the floor handles the
feet,shoes,trousers,the hard features,the hand and the
pain inside the bones untill I get tired and close my
eyes. I wake up,I am inside a coffin,I scream again,I
fight,I hardly breath,lose consciousness,I strech out my
arms;the coffin explodes and I am a drop of water,I wet
the floor,and the walls;I hear footstepsm,wakes up and
pick up the pieces,the door opens,the eyes are shining ,a
hand that grippes and falls down on me,I blow up,fly,I
see dark,get inside the earth,by my side,a coffin is
moving,crashes and the splinters hurt me,I am in a room,I
read a letter,inderstand oblivion,go out to the
street,come into the building,knock on the door I open
it,she gets up and stares at me;I grip her neck,she falls
asleep. She's dead,it hurts inside,the I feel I crash,I
am a bottle,and the liquid inside of it,I am death,the
coffin and the dew.I fall asleep.And I feel the corpse I
give home to,stretches out its arms and I crash. |
