The gaze of my heart follows passions
Like a moth entranced by the moon’s wicked glow
Hovering through the realms of fire and shadow
Where longings bloom in silent anguish
It ignores wisdom, and it doesn’t fear any abyss
Drawn to forbidden dreams and extravagant art
My heart gleams at the verge of madness
And it sculpts sorrow into an artwork of dark
Through secret passageways of velvet dusk
Where dreams entwine with heartbreaking sighs
The gaze of my heart will never falter
Even when a desire bleeds and dies
Striving to forget the bruises of love and devotion
Still, my heart never ceases to beat
Even amid the wildest storm of life
It bleeds but rises from the ashes of sorrow
My heart drifts through shadows, refusing to break
Carrying the weight of memories yet still seeking passion
Bound by the chains of the past, yearning only to fly
My heart weeps beneath the moon, longing for release
Nonetheless, the night holds me captive
I became a prisoner of grief and anguish
And each tear of mine is a dream lost in the cold and silent air
As I seek consolation and solace that I cannot find
I reach through the darkness, yearning to touch the stars
But they gleam and vanish in the infinite sky
While the night conceals its secrets, shrouded in despair
Like the fleeting touch of a dream that never could become tangible
A gelid breeze of illusions hits me
Whispering me only cruel and fleeting promises
Trying to chase them, I end up in the emptiness
My endless pursuit is a vacant seizure
My heart becomes a frail ship adrift in an ocean of delusions
Trembling at each dark shadow towering over it like a giant wave
I search for meaningful signs in the endless nights
Although the stars don’t gleam anymore for me
In this abyss of sorrow, I remain
Finding no rest
The gaze of my heart loses its sight
And the echo of my distressed soul is suppressed for eternity.
Elisabetta
