I lick your wounds caused by venomous ignorance
In the shadow of a chronic lethargy,
And tired waiting for the antidote.
But the pharmacy of love,
It released only recipes free of cynicism.
Sometimes dedication and one dose of arrogance
Besides indifference offered compensated
And I decided to take the painkiller sentimental
Hope infusion.
I knew when
Numb body heal wounds
Morphine forgotten,
But I forgot that is addictive,
And I slept 
The pain of a soul sprang  gangrenous.
Near, far, love form
An injection
Fatal.