And, my life, my sweet condemnation

And, my life, my sweet condemnation, bullet lit in the light of the incessant fire from our mouths. Although if I do not agree, give me back that time used in kisses, promised to return when love became a lie, anguish and sadness. For now, everything for you, for you, for you, here and now, in this hour that erases the false seconds, the blank spaces, the unworthy thoughts. My dreamy ones. Yours well loved, put beyond the broken words, evacuated, swept into their own home. For that you always think you have forgotten all the promises that false lips made to you.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.