It's getting late inside me
the birds of darkness
are starting their hunt.
The sun is setting in a sea of blood
and the seagulls' scream
is writing on my ribs,
on the inside part
The many unsatisfied wishes
paint in gray
the so-far-away horizon
Is that a falcon I see in the distance
or just the eyes of a demon?
Awaiting kills.
Hold out your hand
and tell me "come,"
Show me that morning will be here again.
It's all I'm waiting for.
Hold on...
Hold on...
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