Thunderstorm

It is a gray vacuum time
Inside my thoracic bones,
Who tries to fly with broken wings
devoured by the darkness.
Drown in that black sea
a hand extended towards the sky.  -it's falling- -she die-
These claws that cut my skin,
in that image of me looking at me and laughing.
Go out.
Go away from me.
free me from this curse.
Go, go away from my head.
I feel cold.
I feel empty.
I feel cold.
I feel empty.
I feel cold.
I feel so empty.
I feel cold.
I feel empty.
I feel so cold.
I feel empty.
I feel cold.
I feel empty.
Is this the noise of silence?
Is this the evil of indifference?
Is this the pain of desertion?
is this the end? is this the end?