I’m a soul
Broken or in pieces
Does it matter
Not so much
When sunrises heal and peel the hard times
I’m a soul
But my mind is torn
Because souls form trouble when they don’t learn to love each other

I will drag your predation  to mine
to mix it and prepare it as a perfect wine.
I will not leave your line
until I make sure that our gloom is fine.
trust this dust-path and this shrine
of our love that will always mar the sunshine.