I live of instants that become memories
Dying in the dark of the mind
Whenever I encounter a flower, a tree or a cloud
Slowly melting under the burden of my passions
I become another drop of a rainstorm that flows through myself
Glowing stars are witnesses of the insanity of my own dreams
Faraway chimaeras of a fate that fell apart
Like a fractured crystal shattered into an infinity of burning flames
Softly waiting to fade away and never reappear
So, I do feel the fragility of my essence in the vast darkness that is striving to swallow me
I acquiesce in the light of solitude and silence
The abyss of nothingness striving to swallow me
In its limitless gorge where no sparkle of hope is allowed to be
And the ephemeral sense of existence is obliterated
In the magnificent realm of decay
I live of instants that become a part of me
In a nostalgic and sweet decadence dwelling in me
A suspended flower without roots or ground to rely on
Lonely in the cold atmosphere of my shell
Where I will always belong for eternity
I’ve always lived in a surreal reality
Neither dead nor alive
Being in abeyance
Surrounded by dead stories
And death and blood
Life was fading into a chamber full of dust of decay
Sweet decadence was my exquisite dream and comfort
In a world where I perpetually faded away into wonders and nightmares
In the illusion of change eventually, embracing the ordinary and expected
My heart was pounding because of the absence of a thrill
Sweet was the slumber that wrapped me
In a celestial aura of avoidance and devastation
Where all my senses were betrayed by blades and burns
Embracing sorrow and misery
Ignored by most as I was an invisible ghost
I live of instants and memories hidden by the darkness of my soul
A kingdom of obscurity and decadence
Where I’m the only beloved ruler
Gasping and signing once I’ve lost all my tears in the affliction of the night.
Elisabetta