Unhappy days always become things we never expected to be, you know?

The smell of the tears, dominating what the air is speaking here.
I fall an around the demons sink pegs in my column
making me scream and scream, throwing my voice away
and vomiting blood while they watch the human-horses killing my mom and my pets.
Maybe some day the fire will return from the ashes I smoked.
There’s no line between the dreams and the real life.
I shot my hands to be more saint than my gods.
Those arms tearing my skin want to write with my nails above my eyes my name to never forget it again.

I sink in this hole.

They stole my lungs.

I regurgitated my heart.

And smash it again and again
again and again, again and again, again and again, again and again, and again and again.

Only to see how dark are my insides.

The depths of the ocean always hide the freedom from us.