The death in front of me manifested in the night
During my solitary stroll in the gelid streets
Where no one could have saved me
Surrounded by the whispers of dead spirit and madness
The death inside myself amused me without any doubt
The fantasies and memories that constantly would have hunted me
They disappeared in the emptiness of the night
And I alone had to face all my fears and anguishes
Without any help or comfort
Conscious of my unfair fate, I had to seek refuge in my inner thoughts
Where I have could definitely be myself
With no remorse or regrets
Aiming to the most pure, and beautiful realm of my dreams
A realm of visions and dreams was conceived by my weirdness and bizarre imagination
Uncontrolled emotions pervaded my body until my bones
And I didn’t feel anymore the frigid wind that stroked me
I couldn’t even realise in which reality I was living in
The darkness and the absolute silence were my loyal companions
Although all the bizarre fantasies in my mind were always making noise
And all I could see was the death in front of me
Waiting for me to fall into decay
I ended up in my dungeon, from where I never could have escaped
My heart was entirely lost and full of longings
And I couldn’t find any reasonable wisdom
So much I was mislaid in my realm of illusions
That I couldn’t see other realities than mine
Nevertheless, when I was awakened from my slumber
I felt the pain of my suffering and the transience of my imagination
Yearning for a long-lost serenity that I never had
A utopia made of ethereal beauty and love
The death in front of me strove to possess me
But it never had the chance to seize me
Instead, I slipped through its grasp among the several shadows of the night
Elisabetta
