Labyrinth of gloomy trees
Empty firmament and dry heart
Litters with the ashes of the dead
Under the lively footsteps of deceased wolves
I am here without remorse
My soul is gone, the heart is empty
But fear has conquered my body
Arid land and alienated souls
br/>Litany for dried up shells
Triton and decimated chords.
Icy and possessed atmosphere.
Massive and strong silhouette
Charcoal fabric with crumbling edges
Face with amorphous reflections
Aspect of mercury, suffocated aura
She hands me a mask with edges
without limits or really drawn
I put it on, I then fall
Into a well of tears and disturbed souls
Maelströ m of stretched bodies
To the neglected chromatic palette
The fall has finally stopped.
And the Moon tests my body
This mystical gaze penetrates my pores
Intense images that awaken my fate
And I cry all my tears and again .
Barren sorrows, stronger memories
A Dreamlike Penance which is then imposed.
An “empty shell of fantasy”
satisfied with forgotten memories
I wish I could live
a full life without an atrophied heart
in the twists and turns of an end of life
I would have awakened my humanity
In this limbo with its many sibyls
Filled with the sunny thinker.