From my rotten pain, more pain shall grow

My days have become insufferable

It all gathers in the spine

And it can’t go up its course to the top anymore

It’s like pain has a river

My heart is a rock

In the middle of my body

With a suicidal thought.

My heart is a dying rock

In the middle of my living body

If my heart wants to die

How could my body grow?

I live like a corpse on days on end

I get whispers from the other side night after night

And wake up soaked wet from my nightmarish sleep

It’s when my body goes to rest

And my poor heart takes control

I have death inside of me

Feeding inside like a moth

With old clothes of my soul.

It’s so cold now that I have nothing anymore

To cover the feverish body in the middle

The body of my heart

That has begun to peel of

And nothing to melt the bones

That have begun to harden

Building more of an icey cage outside my corpse

I wonder when will the rotten bugs

Will come to nibble from the rotten body

They said flowers would grow

And I shall watch me bloom
With rosey cheeks that catch a gloom 
From time to time

And come again in the world

As if nothing would have happened

But all this pain remains inside

Like all the pain before me

With no end

Dying just to be born again.