eyes turn white
times pass away
faith shakes the hand
fright stirs the flesh
this skin grows too tight
and winds up in a garden of thorns
all roses in colours of blood
faith loses its grip
lost
in a dark paradise
with a ragged shell
and dripping blossoms
that can´t carry the weight
of a life unwanted
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