Artalia
The Long Loneliness.
The boredom of death.
A slow music that ascends
from the hell of sick mind.
You are the light waiting for my break.
There will be tongues of fire.
There will be no touching, no whispers or shouts.
No more unfinished projects.
It was time for the music of eternal night.
No!
Then there is nothing,
only infinite silences,
withered flowers,
cries are lost in time,
days without nights,
memories in minds off.
After just get words on paper.
And then ...
... Nothing.
17/01/14 10:01