Wandering in dark chambers where the bones of my memories were hung
I was bound by enchanting spells to be a lost soul in an endless realm of emptiness
Speechless as I became, I was just a living tragedy
And darkness was my humble and gloomy dwelling
Where I could be nobody without pretending to fulfil my wishes
Definitely, all my desires and dreams were annihilated like extinguished flames
No shame and delusion could have carved my name in my fate
Because in the end, I didn’t pay attention to what was happening outside that realm of self-destruction
No one would have rescued me from that nightmare
Misery and grief were my relentless shadows, following wherever I was proceeding
Wandering in dark chambers of agony, I was left to bleed out my very soul
Enduring the most agonizing of sufferings, betrayed by my ancient illusions
Silly dreams that once deceived me had become my merciless torturers, from whom I could not flee
Hiding in the depths of gloom, I avoided crossing others’ paths, limping like a wounded animal,
after having shed my last tears
Swaying in uncertainty and restlessness, I lie in decay, as I know that I’m destined to the eternal doom
Faded visions stroked my heart and I had the certitude that nothing could be more possible but drinking the poison of my own illusions
My heart is a ravine with a thirst for silent collapse with a collar made of misery and decay
The tragedy of being was embedded into my essence and I shed tears
The hushed fate misled me into a maze of dust and decline that I was not aware of
The untold secrets of my past remained buried underneath the garden of chagrin and preordained to stay forever there
And I kept wandering in the dark chambers of my unending descent.
Elisabetta
