The Slept Scream

My eyes don't want more

To look at this pain

My ears don't want

To hear about the sufferings

My hands don't want

To wash your wounds

My mouth don't want

To blunder in your truth

I creep in a swamp

I curse towards the sun

I wash with blood

My sick consciousness

Yes, l am sin

But not the first one

Born in this pain

I am lost in your fate

Your pain is a passion

I died for you

I hate him

I am winged

I drown in laughter

A fate in you

Come to us

Come to us

I am the word of my master

His creation in your hands

His ignominy and your suffering