Mi Muerte (en ingles)


Death
faithful companion ...
always present
like a shadow
always present
ethereal
imperceptible
always hide
in the form of our bed
lurks at the foot of the bed
and fear that contains us

Do not know ... but as
Y tu me closer to it every days more .....
dark ...
cold ....
Quiet .........
is hard in the mirror
tense ... frozen
but with a fire in his icy breath
I burn
I calcined
I freeze
purify me

and only now I understand
I know .. that death
is empty ...
to leave my bed
when for no reason
te marches
I leave

And only, only I know that death
your word is truncated
Your indifference to me whipped
your cries of others ........
..... stolen your orgasms
...... is the phrase that you drop
interrupted.
my questions is that you do not hear,
not understand
...... or unresponsive

Death is everything and nothing
Are your kisses
never given
Your "I love you" is not delivered
..........
and finally understand
your ...
... leads me to my death