I take my heavy head in my hands, keeping palms well closed to my ears
so no sound can penetrate inside me but, while outside most golden silence
reigns supreme, in my mind chaos is raging and it is piercing me with its
sharp thoughts and it is raping my libs with its thundering images and
it is lacerating my skin leaving me in many shreds, in many more strips than
my body is composed by.
I slither upon corpses of my mangled emotions that I in vane tried to take away
from destruction and that now are filling that abyss is dividing me from
my happiness, and I clutch at anything tring to crawl me out to the chaos
but it lives and it feeds on me.
I stand up trembling and I begin to run, I feel every part of me blazing
like wood in fire, muscles are burning and acid is softly and relentlessly
wearing out my thorat, my stomach, my womb and I feel breathless so much
I wanted to breath smoke of my illusions ashes now are lying along my will’s slimy bottom.
I glace up, set, while I’ve glanced down until now, and I see in front of me
the cold and detached blanket of your indifference, of your ignoring me,
that is suffocating skies and stars of my hopes while I let the same blanket
drawning in and relishing my essence emptied of any vigour by now.
Worn, disillusioned, disenchanted I abandon the last piece of my will
and I bow down resigning and submitting to the decay of my reason, to the
pain of reason, to the pain of me that I never want let go and I need
to have ignored you smelling my hair, you wanting another hug, you looking me,
facing backwards, going away, but I crave for keeping that memories still in me.
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