the sky illusion

No, no! Don't go on me now, i battled years to obliterate my decline in the sky, i stabbed my heart, accurately pulled in the square blade between my ribs, fumble, fumble, spin, spin, spill the gruel through that hole, break the egg, born again, harden your opinions, this way later any metals will fold on the skin induration; I saw the palpitating stars amongst the nauseous vapors, i reached my arms like a drowned, just to grab silvery locks and a print on the silky moon, i stayed locked in slander eyelashes, i wept on my lonely days, begging them to keep me trapped, i mourned, i mourned, my cheeks peeled, folding on my knees, no one would pray to quit this illusion, i wanted warmth bathing in my own blood, grow stronger, recluse, use and leave, hammer the egg; Hey you! hit me, hit me now, see i feel nothing except the blows of my own fists... help... now that i am my own master, why am i hiting so heavily, soon i'll fall, spreaded on the rocky soil, do the blows will still rush at me, i murmur to myself "pardon me... pardon me to have loved you so much".