Teardrops of expectation accompanied me on my silent nights
When my solitude was a phantom visiting me during my feverish slumber
I left the real world because I knew I couldn’t belong to it
In the end, I was a creature of the darkness
Craving for mystery and arcane revelations
I knew not what was expecting me
The unknown was my gloomy path made of unstable cobblestones and thorns
I may have desired that my dreams could become true
Nevertheless, I was the silent muse of sadness and the embodiment of grief
I stood in the middle of my dark chamber, waiting for a sign
My mind was full of hallucinations and demise
I couldn’t find myself and the meaning of my existence
I was there still like a marble sculpture and my heart was a cold stone
Nothing could ever break my bones anymore
I embraced my fears and my doomed fate
Drops of gold and dust descended from the ancient walls
It was like even the walls were weeping my anguish
I became dizzy and weaker like a small petal falling from its flower
I was not like other mortals because I was an ethereal spirit
Living in a castle of decay and forsaken vestiges
Death was part of my being as long as the eternal void surrounded me
The soft melodies of the past had departed from my reality
Where I was, the reality was obliterated as well as time
Despair transformed into a surreal garden of oblivion and madness
Full of dead spirits and shrieking ghouls
Teardrops of expectation softly caressed my heart
As if my waiting were the apex of broken moons dripping onto vacant meadows
While silent masks bloomed from the soil
And I dissolved as a nameless ghost into the shadows of forgotten kingdoms
Beyond every imagination.
Elisabetta
