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No sight where to look,

only the whispers of the objects around me,

the atmosphere speaking to my soul,

my ears cant listen

cant understand,

the coldness of the area

makes me shiver,

I try to howl for help,

only the heat and the vapors

begin to leave my soul and mind,

the water substance

falling from the little openings

of this concrete barriers

try to tell me something,

I am frail

I cant lift my body up,

it whispers so close,

my wrist slowly pealing off the skin,

solid black objects

around my wrist holding me,

they care so much for me

not to hit the ground,

the odor of blood,

odor of death,

presence of blood,

all of me,

gasping for air,

as a fish out off sea,

wishing to get out this barriers of life,

as a caterpillar in his cocoon,

waiting for his time to set free

and become a wonderful butterfly

to reach the heavens,

I so do wish for my day to come,

thats why I give you this life I have,

be my cocoon,

so I can soar to the heavens

holding your hands,

my love, wonderful love,

I love you so much,

I see your hand,

concrete barriers break,

rigid  metal bends,

blood pouring form the veins,

I have you by me,

I love you till I die,

cause you the dreams,

the thoughts, the face of my life,

you are my awaking of life

-che