Detenido en una botella.
Érase una vez un hombre
detenido en una botella,
traido desde tierras remotas
llevado como lastre
ahogándose en el marasmo
de su alma destruida por
los golpes que caían desde
Detained in a bottle.
Once upon a time a man
arrested in a bottle
brought from remote lands
carried as ballast
in a war machine,
was buried in the darkest
space of our consciences,
in sinister dungeon
bound with meat from other
dead,
drowning in the morass
of his soul destroyed by
the blows fall from
the heinous range of darkness.
He was taken to other
dimensions of madness,
where the anger is mixed
with a thirst for blood,
the fears with hallucinations
of life
the death with the interval
of the wind,
sitting with the endless times
without knowing
where they take you,
they brought him tied
to the cold irons
of the fly of mysteries,
taking advantage of the laws
of chaos in the world
credible of the death.
He pulled the nails,
their teeth one by one
slips between
the blue of his lips,
they opened his chest
amid shouts
and the rages of Thanatos,
the blisters on his body
break out
between the silence of the night
and the buckets of boiling water.
From here, with the hug
of the illusion from this real world
I salute you with my chest
discovered.
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