Death of an Alien - Thirteen Bled Promises

Driving compulsion to find a constraint.

In my psyche the range is expanding.

I can put the blade through his neck, but his mind won’t stop vocalizing.

Iron translucent reflects a new moon.

Outraged, he’s no longer staring.

His density starts tenderizing.

Their immortality is proved wrong.

I see he feels the pain.

Calmly, he awaits a conclusion.

He feels pity for me, for they can see the future.

(Siente pena por mi. Puede ver el futuro)