I am living at the center
         Of a fresh wound,
My steps resound
      In my head,
Only the pain is real......

      ****** vertical regrets
That weigh on me like shadows,
           The air is a manifestation of panic,
The sun is immobile,
     Everything I say vanishes;
All that I am is in these words,
      Perpetual lungs
Breathing the abyss,
    It's too much,
All the nothingness.