Adam's dilemma

Adam rubs his old rust with the blade of the knife.. scratching the emptiness with a tremendous instinctive force after a period of time since a second absence the nakedness has become grayer, and not what Adam imagined.. here he walks alone but the old noise still haunts him, a mythical creature living under his skin that makes him rub his hands, and rub his eyelids, he wants to see the light as he strikes the body of the night with the blade of the knife, and the knife does not seem brave towards what shocks it from the thickness of the Bohemian bellow.
Adam declares, the wires extending from under his neck to the edge of the shoulder swell, his face looks bloodshot and red invades the place Adam thinks now, of the crow hovering around his head, cawing with a voice like the horn of an old freighter, he was told before that seeing a crow in the belly of the sky is a bad omen, so his body trembles and he turns to the books of the past, and the questions multiply in his head.