Tumba: Escupire Sobre Tu

I bend my knee, and in a gesture bold, I spit upon your grave, a defiant act, a story to be told. It's not an act of disrespect, but a testament of pain, A declaration to the world, of the love that was in vain.

In the dead of night, I stand before your resting place, A tomb that holds the memories of our bitter past. The moon casts shadows that dance upon your stone, A morbid serenade, a lament all my own. Escupire Sobre Tu Tumba

This piece is a reflection on loss, betrayal, and the cathartic act of defiance. It's about finding closure in a dramatic gesture, symbolizing the end of a painful chapter. The emotions expressed are intense, mirroring the provocative title. I bend my knee, and in a gesture

In this act, I reclaim my voice, my strength, my pride, A final goodbye, to the ghost that you've left to reside. May your rest be uneasy, may your dreams be of me, For in your grave, I've found a strange liberty. The moon casts shadows that dance upon your

As I gaze upon your tomb, a cold rage ignites, A fire that burns within, a soul that takes flight. For in your silence, I find a deafening scream, A challenge to the heavens, a plea for an extreme.

I recall the moments, the laughter and the tears, The promises made, through all the passing years. But like autumn leaves, our bond withered away, Leaving nothing but ash, and the bitter taste of dismay.

The wind whispers secrets, of the wrongs you've done, Of the pain you've caused, of the love that's been undone. My heart, a vessel, overflowing with disdain, For the grave that lies before me, a monument to your shame.