Unnoticed, I stand, the weight of my heart dragging me down.
Time tensed and clenched its fists tight in the maximum, I became ready for ,what?
The blood traces, at the end, are the marks, engaging, nonconveying.
But even though it seems impossible, I will get up and stand tall, holding on to my power.


By digging into the depths, my path lies, gradually open.
Every step is a battlefield, the mountains of toils, the hills...