I get lost
dressed in doubts
in the spoiled half-light
of an evening with no return
wrapped in that infected cloud
of black thoughts
which are slow to emerge
lost in the heartbreaking screams
of mutilated bodies
I get dizzy slowly
drunk with habits
in the warm embrace
yet another cigarette
that
promising me false enjoyment
it burns slowly
a thousand perplexities
that kidnap me
and overwhelm me
in the last assault
to diligence
choking my breath
like that knife
with a mother-of-pearl handle
that cuts the unmade air
that I am breathing
I roll up
absorbed with impunity
in the comings and goings of broken emotions
this torn soul of mine
and set it up by betrayal
in a uniform skein
made of very thin threads
that intersect
as a puzzle of life
in the thick cobweb
of an interior blackout
where the boundless darkness
he humiliates himself prostrate
at that last cry
of an angry devil
I run scared
in the deep eyes
of a pitch black night
night in which
the solemn deception
of a betrayed caress
from time
he explodes in anger
despite
the sensual notes of a naked body
seeking comfort
in the game of intrigue
of remote controlled gestures
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