Lost Inside - Four Walls and a Restless Shadow

I slip over my blood.
Fragile bones give away
under the weight of my body.
The four walls that oppress me
are gray.
A hand
without no more blood,
searches on the wall for an inexistent grip.
The disfigured fingers
wash my face
with tears and blood.
I don't recognize
the taste of it,
the smell of it,
because it's difficult to feel by now,
suffocated by these cold alone giants.
Strength is no longer in me.
In me, hate
no longer makes sense,
like life,
and sucked by the cement,
I close my eyes
hoping to dream of never-ending green landscapes.