Aprosìa

Putrefacted love

Like a knife juggler,
she cut my heart's jugular;
I weeped out a blood-similar
Then I dropped down, a puzzler.

Myself full of myself
I put my soul in a shelf.
Resurrected like jesus or an elf
now I'm already dying by yourself.

Hurry up, let's heal me, move!
Heal me with your putrefacted love,
then bury me throwing dirt above.
Now I rest in no-peace in a grove.