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When I woke up one of these days
I was dead and resurrected
I was aimlessly migrating
Lulled by the dusty sounds of the world
A sudarium hiding my neck from myself
Smooth and clean like no other lie
I couldn't see if I was still dead or alive
Soul robbed pestering again
Evicted disillusioned rejected
A void filling itself with nonchalance
Self-loathing tragically magniloquent
Like second hand spit on marble floors
Remembering forgiveness to stones
You'll never have a pound of flesh from me
It is all mine, all mine till today
Tomorrow it will feed your doubts
Regrets are part of the trade
You still look too beautiful to me
And poverty is my best excuse to exist