Tell whom and tell what

The world is deaf

And blind is my heart.

Behind the prison

Of flesh and ribs

It beats with streams of blood

Untamable, unstoppable

It bumps and breaks

In search of a soul,

Upon which

It can stakes all

Happiness, dreams and desires.

In this insane persuasion

Inflated with venomous pain

It crumbles, cracks

It bleeds and breaks

Not in fear,

But the substantial future

Towards which it heads.