— That light..Please illuminate my sins…
I'm sorry, even if I try to hide it, or conceal it, it can't be erased…
— What more do I have to say? What right do I have to tell you this or that? — Who was punished in my stead..
Last night I had a dream, I was floating in a black pond, covered with ashes. A snake landed on my neck; from his mouth flew a white moth. Quickly, I caught it in my hands and my palms caught fire.
My heart is like a tide; Still wanting to sleep inside the hole of uncertainty. The dead and the unborn lay like fragile things, lurking in the air, floating there, in the same dark space. And then a song lies silent in the spirit, lighting up the grave, dragging me to the other side, just for a glimpse of understanding...
To taste again the weakness of the mortal heartbeat.
I come to you from the still and quiet hour when I am united with my own loneliness. A wandering soul in the forest, if my eyes were open, I would see ants crawling over the rot with red blood mites sucking them hungrily; while I starve by my own magic. I come to you, in the haze of hell, remembering how we once danced in the cathedral of our own voices, united in the womb, in the beautiful darkness.
And oh to see you again from the sediments of the tearful eyes of the ash with a pang of greater hunger.
In that dreamless sleep, remake my flesh, now you make yourself known to me, shot in an arrow that tears apart all interiority. I can now freely shape this skin as concentric circles spilling through the water, using rings on my surface. Or better yet, be completely stripped and baptised: my lines washing like a freshly pressed garment, a still pond.
"Sunk, I go
in the soft oak
in the hazel blossom
in my new home
eyes wide with knowledge.
I'm falling apart,
completely.
I have torn my heart in two."
A future abandoned after being drunk with love
The harsh gazes around me that I can't touch, shouting for a miracle, in this reality
It was crazy good, you idiot addicted to sweetness
yeah sick...
I didn't want to miss the devil's hand
This love is another name for the devil, don't hold hands
I cried but I forgot my conscience. The sharp realities I feel day by day
Blood torn in reality, I didn't think of it
Will that greed become a trumpet that calls to hell?
They both knew it still, the other person didn't finish this but just dropped them like a house of cards.
As time passes, their love becomes more ruined, the house collapses again, leaving them both injured.
They can see themselves ruined, they can feel that the house is collapsing for the last time, they don't want it to end.
― A soul full of darkness, so pure and lovely.
It's getting dark, the light of my future. The path of a dream lost in a childish love
The poison of my ambition, I knew the knife every day, pero to my unbearable greed
The knife is dull... I know
Only the sound of a slow heart in my ear
Even if I try to escape, no song can reach me in that mouth
Scream silently.
People think that it is easy to get rid of him with a confession, with courage, with force, but no. The stigma is a burning fire that leaves ashes and burns rose petals on the ground. it is profane; a black stain on a pristine satin sheet. No matter how hard you try to erase it, the blueprint will remain there forever reminding you of the same past, the same regrets and the same guilt...
I remember..