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Let it be
Just let me be
this body hanging in this roof,
let the shadows so comfortably caress my skin,
after all this time,
seems to be as regular
as to inhale air,
I have grown accustom
to the feeling of drought,
have my arms stretched
as If for some reason
I may have been compare to a rubber band,
the solid and rusty chains that hug my wrist,
have been marked in my skin,
it has grown this friendship
or maybe simply a form of addiction,
for my wrist thirsts
of that metal that holds me,
my sight as time past by,
have dim as a broken light in the street,
primary lighting up the whole street,
as days have gone,
simply cover a small fraction of the side walk,
so slowly a simple dim,
heart have lost the correct functions,
forgotten to deliver the signal
to let my veins feed,
the liquid that made its path through my body,
slowly converts to dust,
as my mental mind is crush,
as sights of some people
that have seen the body dangle,
there is no need to let no one know,
aid is not the thing the body needs,
simply recollect its thoughts,
find a way to detach and attach
to the materials and illusions
that happen before he reached that altitude,
for the time that takes,
let it be,
what it has to be,
for when it all ends,
hopefully feet set in the ground,
and not shiver in altitude,
with the color of skin
to a dark purple
