Steal the light that made me see, the last in line, was the first to be free, we rode a road that gave me insecurities, designed by the flow of nothing more, witness the worms as they eat the flower, I gave the mile, but the mile was too short, meter by meter, the devils cohorts, they gave me a pinch, they spoke in tongues, the ending was mine, the desire was done, stained sheets, salty to taste, it cut through the ice, my yellow golden god…