Teardrops of blood descended on my cheeks like timid waterfalls
While the cold freeze of a winter night stroked me
A memento of my mortality and fragility
Like dancing leaves falling from trees under the influence of an extravagant wind
Since the day my evil fate threw me into a world of misery
I escaped from reality to find myself in the realm of bizarre dreams and odd nightmares
I had found myself living in a new world
A place of ghostly apparitions and utopias
Burning flowers became sparkling torches, guiding me in my journey
In this labyrinth of darkness, I felt so overwhelmed that I could feel the scent of death
The demise was waiting for me as if I couldn’t commit any mistake
And I had to drink from the cup of poison that the oblivion offered me
I became intoxicated by illusions and deceptions
I started to believe every lie whispered to my heart
And I bled all my soul out, crying teardrops of blood
Random thoughts captured my mind, and it was like I was the captive of my own insanity
I became the representation of sorrow and decay
Not alive anymore, I was a wanderer of the underworld
I didn’t belong anymore to the material reality
I was an ethereal spirit of the darkness
I became my own shadow and guide on an unknown route
Not even the stars or the moon were there to lead the way for me
I started to mourn myself because I knew my fate was doomed
And death was there to wait for me
In solitude and anguish, my teardrops of blood were my only comfort
Poisoned and dazzled as I was, there was no resolution to my senseless disorder
Madness had me as a captive in its cursed dungeon
Surrounded by the skulls of those who perished from folly and frenzy.
Elisabetta