That's what I want,
stay immobile
keep still
for not to continue
Inert,
I'll be a stone
blood into rock
To cry in the bed
and not to move
for being able to die,
for not having to walk again
through the thorns of life.
To cover my face
and not to see the sky again
to save my heart very inside
with a label that says
“I’m not beating”
Nobody to breath,
time to stop
at this very moment
Silent!
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