Abismo

I look
hanging in the void
how far my strength has gone
and destiny.

I go out
in search of a good drink
even so I can't forget you
courage has left me.

It's not a matter of pride
or shame
or nostalgia
or agony in me
now that I have nothing of my own
the abyss remains.

Speak
but just for a moment
your tongue is the knife
that cuts my insides.

Be silent
do not know what you're talking about
I'm feeling
like caressing my bed.

I don't need to see your body
spitting agony in me.

Now that I have nothing of my own
the abyss remains.