Testo di Opera Of a Deep Wound

Some time I was born for the first time I saw light I feel wet and warm The flesh gave me life I saw a hazy world through the running blood But the view is clearer now I feel the pulse of pain I fear my life is short, I am too clean Pus is the enemy. I smell it's work The hope is so small and the healing so strong I use remaining time bringing some pain I feel the new flesh growing from all sides I hate the fresh skin creeping to me, like an abscess. New flesh is drying out my living space Shrinking to hard crust my days are just black I was a deep wound, but nothing I'm now My feelings are weak and I'm going to die