Ice Cold Conscience
Even though the wounds
I had been trusting all
Watching death
Worm (its way) into dreams
That the black veil bides
These shadows caressing my lesions
My ice-cold conscience
Is time's real nature
I have seen so much in their immense eyes
That are being drowned
By the night
I had been trusting all ha an end
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