Not being able to breathe with enough air from my actions.
Falling to the minimum of pulsations of my vital signs without wanting.
The panorama is obscured in my blind eyes by lack of life.
I give up my strength, I surrender and sink into my decline.
Asphyxia between Mars and retrogrados or something that obscures the seas.
Restlessness that goes down the face of the ruined winners.
All the warriors of light next to the same pain of the oppressed.
Do not let my soul end up trying it in one last breath.
Asphyxia of my heart that pleads for the redemption of the flesh.
Give me, my lord, your love and peace to continue and not to drown me.
To no longer feel this rarefied air of few opportunities.
At your feet I ask your forgiveness, with genuflection I adore your blessings.
