Soft daggers of dismay pierced my heart
While I was helpless in my slumber
Like a magic spell enticing me with its sweet melancholy
I abided to embrace resignation as a matter of reality
Burning flames destroyed all my words
And the only thing that remained was silence
And absolute silence in the darkness of the night
While the cold wind of indifference pinned me like a butterfly in a cloud
Many thoughts and memories made me realise that I was raving over nothing
Because nothing really mattered but my distorted idea of reality
Leading me astray in a garden of thorns and hollow trees
Where I found my inner leisure and despondency
The pluralism of my essence overwhelmed me
It was like to be conscious of a fragmentation of the soul
Concealing myself behind the fountain of unknown
I embraced my fate as an undefined creature of the ethereal world of fantasies
Soft daggers of dismay pierced my heart
Making it bleed into a garden of crimson flowers
Where the alluring scent bewildered my senses
Leading the way at the edge of an abysm
A chasm of devastation and death
Crying and screaming
I remained at the bottom of a gorge
My teardrops formed an impetuous river that swept me away
Until I found myself senseless and confused
As I was reborn in a new life
The soft daggers of my dismay turned into thorns surrounding my heart
The sweetness of this pang made me feel a flower rooted in a forest of nightmares
Where the faded sound of cries echoed in the nocturnal landscape
Exhaustion overcame me
Writing my feelings in ink forged from tears and blood
I carved every single letter on a parchment of memories
Remembrances emerged like ghosts lingering around me
Striving to choke me with their pointed fingers
While I fell into a profound slumber
To never wake up and face the reality
Hence I lay in a garden of crimson flowers
Where nonsense was the only decree
And phantasmagoria was the only truth
While the whispers of the abyss lulled me into a forever oblivion.
Elisabetta