Opera Of a Deep Wound

Some time I was born

for the first time I saw light

I feel wet and warm

The flesh gave me life

I saw a hazy world

through the running blood

But the view is clearer now

I feel the pulse of pain

I fear my life is short, I am too clean

Pus is the enemy. I smell it's work

The hope is so small and the healing so strong

I use remaining time bringing some pain

I feel the new flesh

growing from all sides

I hate the fresh skin

creeping to me, like an abscess.

New flesh is drying out my living space

Shrinking to hard crust my days are just black

I was a deep wound, but nothing I'm now

My feelings are weak and I'm going to die