domingo, 14 de outubro de 2007

Solitariu

There is nothing more to say. Words are hard and incomprehensible in the middle of the sacred silence, the darkness of your own mind. In the mystery that is our thoughts, the server, the link, the connection of our soul, an attachment to our body, that burning bridge that enlightens our way into death. The oceans separates the remains of us. The bridge is broken and the words that come out of our mouth are profane. The winds whispers the lies that go in your head. Leave it all behind and sink deep in the earth, reveal your shame.
The emptiness. The futility, the realm of sin that has crumbled, tumbled as when I had a crown in my head and ruled this superficial earth. All seems to work in vain, this planet seems to spin for nothing for no one alive really cares about anything real, they only look outside, ignoring what's inside. You never care to know, you never care to acknowledge the thoughts of the others, you only care to fill your desire for pleasure. No perfect mortal to no immortal being. And all seems to be misplaced, used and fake. Nothing seems to fit but all continues to be broken, no one to fix because nobody cares. All in vain.
I close myself when I see a storm pass by. Bodies fly, humans cry and all others do is to run, is to leave each other behind and worry about themselves. All dead, all futile and lived to nothing. The fire is still burning, trough wind and rain, trough dry tears that mean nothing at all. And all I can do is to be alone. I close myself in you. Closure for better, closure to anything essential. Listen to the noise of the metal tears that are falling on the floor. The sound of death itself. It's here to take you. Teach me how to live or give up the fight. Don't throw a hand and hope to reach for salvation, let your self fall and reach death, the nothing, the void, the darkness of you head.

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