pain in the bones, deep.
Beat the Soul in the wounds.
glide Thoughts glazed scars.
I still can not breathe.
E proprio ora dove sarebbe necessario
sfoderare tutta la mia Energia
e ruggire al Mondo, Crollo.
Odio questa malattia
che mi confina in un letto
che non mi fa mangiare, parlare, ridere.
Da Martedì sto dormendo
e i miei Polmoni stanno urlando
e uso le mie Energie per confortare gli altri.
Mi sono svegliata presto
to give me something sweet and less fragile,
to hug my children.
But your legs give way,
fall to the ground, I cry, I get up.
wiped her eyes and looked out the window.
Christ I stand.
I have a pain for every breath,
control with a needle that my end
have sensitivity and it gets oxygen.
I can do. Although it is the fourth time.
Change all stats
of all those scholars
giving death after the third attack.
And I'm here.
Maybe on my knees, maybe cry,
maybe drag my body to a room.
But my head still works,
are able to love.
laughing, dream.
And now I look my children,
smiling as always.
play with me.
And then come back exhausted into bed and sleep
still
perhaps for another two days.
And in these nights elaborate
all the words of the Wicked
people who want to harm us.
Arrive right now
where I could not fight and scream,
leave the house, slamming the door.
grasp hands
their worst fears
fucking and make them real.
Because my pain is real
as my Love is Real
like this is Real Suffering.
And they will go out
someone will pay for all this.
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