My soul is a shelter of blood,
it is a screaming death,
That took silent my breath.
all the doors are shut.
I only can see the black of its white,
My blood began to pour,
That's a reason to be sure.
The world has a storm of tide.
Where do you are,
my shimmering star,
of the night that's so far.
My heart beat,
between the sheet,
Why can you beat?