I stay, in the shadow, Broken knees on the floor, Watching the dead lights. They pass, so alive. Why I stay under The only broken lamp ? Round, keeping my eyes to the floor. Round, sleeping to the fog A shadow dreaming of light. The race is on, i cannot move. Fear takes place, consumes and enslaves. I am groaning under this burden and I know that This world moves With or without me. This is for the death. You put your veil over my entrails. But you never kissed me. In our white box, you took them. In my soiled heart, you took her. Thank you for this scar. Thank you for this shell. When the time erases the pain, All the wounds, deep, seen themselves But never heal, Hold you in the past. I feel lost, I feel trapped. Feeding my fear, I am my own hangman. I feel guilty. Every words, every looks, All those past pains, Blurred my vision and my dreams. But I know that I’m drowning In my tears…selfish. This is for my heart. And This is for my family. Soon, I’m gonna leave, Going back to her womb. She gaves me her seal. She left this scar To join me.