Head is like a slashed tree trunk,
Continuously hit hard by a hammer,
Hammer, not of wood, neither of iron
It's made of bitter truths and lies, with honor
An antique design carved out by fake hopes and fantasies
Owned by my friends, this hammer is beautifully ornated with probabilities
Oh, friends! stop tearing me! stop crushing me!
It hurts.

The spine is like an obsolete wall, ...