Crystals shine beneath my feet
Jump right through them
Broke my knees
The pedals of my brain are going in short circuit
The petals of my face are burning down
Paper cut on the fingers of my friend
Beside him to catch his breath
The blood on the ceiling i can see it
And my eyes can go fourth and back
Vanilla perfume on my skin and
Through my lungs or veins
It will end in the same way
In the palm of my hands
There are signs
Like a pen
Wrote on them
And the bleach in my veins
Will be soon, very soon in my head