Collection_Denouement: My heart is a piece of fresh meat

I am a nameless being locked in a cell without seeing the sun or the sky without feeling the wind or the grass

I only have a heart piece of flesh that bleeds it doesn't connect with me only to my empty eyes

A sound accompanies me a whinny torments me oppresses me, takes away my peace, silence and certainties.

The work of art falls apart paper horse so fragile reminds me of what I was reminds me of what I will no longer be.

I am a nameless being locked in a wood cell without seeing the moon and the stars without feeling the breeze on my face.