It

Let's start with a frame:
This struck all my veins
Could not even tell
To myself, I'd fell
Would not even know
Until I disclose
Heart, heart stops
Rots, rots and liver's yellow
It stole I nor have tears
Being aware, of a breathe
Instincts have the duty to
Serve it
With fear it makes love
And anger shines in its eyes
Wickness: its old friend
That allows it not to end
Heart, heart stops
Rots, rots and liver's yellow
It stole I nor have tears
Being aware, of a breathe
Instincts have the duty to serve it
Fragile things that tumble
Who do I have to curse
If there is no peace
Awareness may be a Muse
It
It is a worm
Or has the form
Or has the form
Of lost serenity
Heart, heart stops
Rots, rots and liver's yellow
It stole I nor have tears
Being aware, of a breathe
Instincts have the duty to
Being aware, of a breathe
Instincts have the duty to
Serve it



Credits
Writer(s): Edoardo Santini
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