The Packs

The Packs
When you first stepped on the floor of the dying kingdom,
You forgot your inherited signs.
The compass was lost by the glittering stars always in exodus.
The old religion was demolished
And the incessant breathing of your morality was never heard.
You were multiplied in the feast of cuts and tears.
You followed the course of the packs.
Now you do not have a name.
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The Irreducible Feast
Millions of heavy glances thin the climate
And attack your fragile look of love.
The smell of a helpless, movable queen
Strangles the perfume that stirs your heart
The hunger of so many who forgot their own signs of light
Devour the flame
Which feeds only you .
In you there is a sweetness soaked with crime;
In the middle of the aridity, you hide a garden.
While outside only the terrified silence is breathed
There's music in your head, spinning in your veins.
Your love is an irreducible feast
In the middle of the massacre.

You Once Followed the trail of the Packs.
You once followed the course of the packs
Guided
By that smell of furrows
Possessed
By dizziness
Which spilled over the crowd.
Blind
You learned to bite
And tear like the others.
Dawn
Tore the canopy
Diminishing
The night
To offer you a horror
Newborn.
You killed your own in the dark.
You were part
Of the weakness that you devoured.
You were
The prey.