What vital force is that
The one running in cascades.
Is it the answer to abandonment?
Is it a shout for help?
Adding scars over scars of unanswered questions,
The brutal destruction of flesh and skin,
What kind of monster am I?
What sin deserves this punishment?
Sinners are everywhere,
In palaces, in slams, in houses of virtue
I can see beyond the veil,
Through the shadows of night,
The road is a north-south puzzle
From one side to another,
Crossing paths under the moonlight.
Why is sleep not natural?
Why does the pain persist day after day?
Again, the question arises: should I leave or stay?
Postcards from Earth 