Buried delights are the only gifts that remained in my treasure chest
Nothing more because I’ve lost all my hope and dreams
I’ve been deprived of all the things dear to me and I cannot have any more back
All that I have is dust and decay
All my sandcastles were swallowed by the greedy ocean of darkness
The emptiness of my fate buried all my solaces and delights
I have to suffer in silence and let my heart bleed all the pains he cannot retain
Because my life is a graveyard of buried delights and I cannot dream
I have to suffer unbearably
My life is an abyss of anguish and sorrow
Dismay is my favourite word that I pronounce instead of my name
And my only consolation is the cold soil of my chamber of tears
I cry infinitely and in my repulsion for life
I cannot find any light
What should I do to make my life tolerable?
Is there any sense in this universe for a creature like me?
In the gloominess, I hide tiny and invisible
Because after all, I’m invisible and no one cares about me
I care about myself so little that even I don’t care
So I do write because my life is useless and empty
The void devoured everything all my happiness
Nothing remained to me but buried delights
Nothing remained to me but cold tears stroking my cheeks
So often I cry that I forget all my names and I know that my fate is doomed
In misery and desolation, I will find my destiny
In resignation and death, I will find my infinite rest
Suffering is my only way to express myself inside myself
Like in a dark maze where all that I can see are shadows lecturing me about life
My buried dreams and delights are lost forever
I have nothing any more but the endless anguish of life
Because I never wanted to be born
Because I never wanted to be among others
Because all I ever wanted was to live in my dreams and not in a graveyard made of misery and affliction.
Elisabetta