A shiver. It touched my eye and it vanished.
Then you pierced it. You stood still while I was hurting you.
You walked all over me as if I were a field of solitude.

My skin was the ground.
My hair was the green.
My wounds were the gulfs.

I was bleeding an endless rebirth.
You bruised my hearing.
My smell.
My taste.
You touched my touch.
You thundered in me.

Newly born from the dephts of my sight. A shiver.
Born to be different,
Thought it was easy to fight;
You failed and you won.