Satire, theater, illusions for ?ye
attacked, killed.
Sea of u200bu200bflame, blizzard and chaos will lie
spread in the Demon's card.
In my body rests a glistening bird,
he breathes and breathes in me
turns in me, hoarse, rusty, rough
he claws and refuses and gives in.
He hisses his message obscure in flesh,
causes me anxiety, uneasiness, pain
Dolls in flavors, in salt and sweet,
and turns its claw towards a heart.
Slowly , unbearably he scratches
darkness drops from the heart
With hungry beak he pecks
his food out of the dying body.
I send one more thought glowing flames
where something in me wants to live on? new.
I send my life to the Chamber of the Dead
and die from a bird made of lead.

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