

Prayers to Death
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Prayers to Death
Every morning my body takes form
but in Casablanca, I left my soul
now I just torment myself while
the fragments of the past cut a hundred wounds
on the surface of my veins; because I miss you.
I wish to forget the forced departure
when I pulled the knife out of your soul
through the exit wound, and finally the last question hits:
did we even live before death?
You don't have to replace your heavenly
body, and I can remain your enthusiastic
admirer, the only problem is that time has run out between us
and it has already shattered everything...
We are split into pieces of matter
locked in the half-life, consciousness annihilated
while I forget myself, existence; the delirium
caused by your youthfulness
and I just stare at infinity.
/Róbert


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