Maybe we’re lost In the imensity of time. Deep rivers lacerating My skin. Maybe I wanted? Salty, Running through old scars, Marinating the flesh, Masking its rottenness. We’re all sick For the tomorrow

Guilty Am I to blame for such thoughts? Or have the guilty, its own thoughts? They hide in the middle of the night Harbor worms in the heart. Is the lie, once again, exhausted? Between mask and flesh sailing,

Black From the black it feeds, My most vis intentions. I'm test subject in contempt, Disparate in itself. I'm dome that ends, How would I know where? I'm reflection in distortion, Matter decomposing. I

Firmament From my speak Words be made, That reach What they never wished. I tell you, Because I don't know anymore. Lost, In conscious hallucinations, In contempt and pity. Pain and flesh, Skin and soul.

Am I? Am I? what am I, doing? I write because I'm already out of words to be spoken already out of breath that the souls feeds, already out of courage to distinguish the regrets, understand the reason

Am I? what am I, doing? I write because I'm already out of words to be spoken already out of breath that the souls feeds, already out of courage to distinguish the regrets, understand the reason already

Morning star Morning star, Gleams over me. Like cloak over the bars of the soul, Overflows. Through the darkness it fells, Through the shadows, In the black it extends, Eternal dance That of solace feeds

Mask I fear my mask Because to it I owe my success. With blood and hate, It‘s fastened to my face. I don‘t know who I am anymore. I don‘t know what I wish anymore. The mask guides me, I only see darkness.

Imprisoned I'm imprisoned In invisible shackles. I'm myself The hangman, The traitor, The benefactor. I'm What I never thought to become. I'm the keeper of freedom, I'm the keeper of enslavement. Within

Your touch I keep wandering Through these crooked stones Cold And half dead I keep watching The grayish spectrum And the dead blow Of a watch, unstoppable, To the shells, old And muddy But, in your cloak

Your touch I keep wandering Through these crooked stones Cold And half dead I keep watching The grayish spectrum And the dead blow Of a watch, unstoppable, To the shells, old And muddy But, in your cloak

Vulnerable In your lines, I get lost from austerity. In your curves, I'm vulnerable. In you I see me, Like in nothing else. In you I fell, Like I'll never feel. In you I'm, Matter that overflows, Raw,

Void I can give you nothing, I offer you the indifference, Vague words, And dying feelings. In the immensity, I can contemplate nothing, Drowned in my own creations, My own demons. In the longing, In the

Creature Inside me, A creature dwelleth. Ferociously protects, Amorphous uncertainties, Empty fullness. Go there, Find it wandering In the recondite of confusion. Come back! If you allow yourself. Don't

Guardians of nowhere Before hollow gates The guardians are standing, Empty faces, No expression, Armed with long spears, Steel armor. Without preambles The passage is granted to me, After all I'm the owner

Anguish After that much time, Why do you decide to visit me now? Old friends, From a time that ceased to exist a long time ago. Painful, Run through my face, Like a river that tear apart And wake the most

Pith I want to see your inner, Navigate through your dreams. Guide me, To the shadiest recondites, Homes of monsters and fairies, Where we can hold each other Without glances upon us. Let me, Guide me,

Love Peregrine, come here! Before you leave, And here abandons me, In this life I never wanted to be. Let me wander in your recondite, Let me get lost, Admiring your beautiful amber eyes. Tell me your

Endless tomorrow The tomorrow, Eternal anxiety Of my disturbed soul, Of the weight of today. The tomorrow that never ends, The tomorrow that I don't remember, When it become yesterday. The endless tomorrow.

Be free Let me feel The winds Of freedom Of choice Let me hurt myself In the hard rocks Of responsibility. Alone! Let me be Talking to myself. MADNESS, MADNESS. Yes, but mine. Let me be the mad I've always