The piece of sky above me is silent,
gods regret from their vision over me
they sing in pitches as if singing Psalms
that control the traveling depressed energy,
its the motivation that is lacked.
Mother stands over the rock bearing the name,
over she empties the pools of sadness.
The cracks on the ground lets the liquid sink,
its salty like the sea but not as plentiful.
In a way in which is not seen but felt she is
hurt as if a dagger was driven into her core,
the chest feels as if its filled with holes,
just as if Swiss cheese it lacks the insides,
the same way she lacks him in the outside.
Grains of dirt and sheets of wood surround him.

The sky rains over the skin that's blue.
The devil smiles over the soul that's his.
His wrists are there with vertical decorations,
stitched up with satin laces.