Trapped by my dreams, I was living exclusively in my eternal slumber
From which I could not be awakened anymore
Enchanting siren melodies and terrifying cries bewitched my heart
The perpetual candles burning close to my bedside had the scent of deception
I was no longer frightened by life and society
I felt like the most free and ethereal creature in the universe
And I ventured to remote islands of phantasmagoria
Thunders of insanity crashed through my heart
It seemed that everything was shaking, and a roar erupted
A fierce and wild cry shattered the stillness of my fantasy
The sky split open with flashes of burning glare
As if the universe itself was coercing me to succumb to its chaotic will
The destruction began its monumental obliteration of all my desires
I could not cry or scream, for I had become silent
I was like a hollow vessel lost in its fate while caught in a storm’s violent embrace
My heart, which once burned with ardent passion, was now a feeble flame twinkling like a dying blaze
I found myself wandering in the graveyard of my dreams
My heart was bleeding for all the anguish and grief that filled it
I got lost among the fragments of my shattered illusions
While hovering through the ruins of my beliefs and loves
I remained besieged by the ghosts of my fears in the company of bleeding roses
I had lost all my beloved treasures, and all that remained to me was just dust of decay
Condemned to be devoured by the infinite nothingness
I could not see any of my hallucinations
I could not hear any of the enchanting whispers that the wind used to bring to me as a messenger
Forced to be enslaved to death and obliteration
I was no longer trapped by my dreams
And I dwelled in an unending state of sorrow.
Elisabetta
