From the deep obscurity a light of donÂ’t return calls
To her every lost soul. the doors of eternal
Melancoly are opend; an embrace cover my pale body,
That leavens above every terrestrial illusion.
Everyting is fast, i see flow in my eyes shades,
Tears, blood, discomfort...
A storm of decadent feelings detaches my soul from
From the body.
IÂ’m dragged in the path of black desire
The way for the infinite
As in a flight for my sacrifice.
It seem like a race in a nighttime forest
Deprived of conscience, without knowing
How to distinguish the strongest feelings.
A long cry breaks the silence; itÂ’s my mind corroded
By the virtues of nothing. every small breath echoes
Among the leafy branches, all seem to bleed, then to
Scar in the black grass. daylight is the most remote
Memory, the coolness perfumes are the most distant
Feelings. a bath of icy pain runs over my body;
That turns him into natural forms.
IÂ’m absorbed from what it surrounded me,
I belong to this black sphere and i donÂ’t see
The end of this walk. now iÂ’m ready.....