Spellbound and intoxicated
I wandered in a wild forest
Inhabited by ghosts
Not of dead hearts
But of the doomed and forgotten ones
Their voices were sighs in the trees
Their eyes gleamed in the moss
And their sorrow dripped
From the petals of midnight flowers
Like poisonous nectar to feed the enemies
I wandered while sensing the memory’s weight
Adorned with spider webs
Against yesterday’s wind
Regret clung to my lips
Like the ghost of a kiss
The forest did not frighten me
It welcomed me
It claimed me
It taught me the arcane
Secrets of those who linger
Between moments
And so I remained
Spellbound and intoxicated
A ghost among ghosts
Forever wandering
Where the living dare not dream
My bleeding heart
Just a stone
My tortured body
A survivor of wicked spells
Absolute silence, a cordial companion
Who was I?
What had I become?
I couldn’t find peace
Not even for an instant
I was devoured by a sense of anguish
Distress and fear bit me
With their sharp teeth
Like daggers piercing my flesh
I was stabbed by an invisible misery
Which turned me into the representation of decadence
They called me the suffering spirit
Sighing and crying
I was a river of sorrow
Perceiving the invisible and intangible realm
I had never felt so confused
Detached from mortal reality
I strived to fly to my peaceful dreams
So I did let my unconsciousness drive me Wherever my imagination could wander far away
Was I allowed to dream?
I could not know
I will never know
So unstable, timeless and spaceless place
Where destruction ruled over everything
Self-destruction was my ruler
I never met careless happiness
In my miserable existence
Nightmares welcomed me
In their ethereal world 
Spellbound and intoxicated
I was just the shadow of myself
A mere illusion.
Elisabetta