Mar del Valle | Dreamland

  • 25 Mar

  • Mar del Valle

And if I must die
I intent to die
I intend to die
biting hard
roaring with an impious chant the brightness of the sublime
the pure things carved like a tumult among my bloods
leaving my nails wrecked to the bone against the rocks while I fall
beautiful and gleaming like a Beast
howling like if I were monstrously happy.