“stealing the runaway life in the silence of the universe and the calm of the moment, with stories having a start but never an end, I crossed the passages of life by demolishing what’s left on the way,
could it be my illusion or was I just the prey?”
when the light inhabited distances and planted seeds of bliss
I couldn’t have seen it, was that a substantial miss?
eyes of glass, unable to cry
neither wince in pain nor willing to die
I couldn’t escape even if I closed my eyes
under my eyelids conveyed a world in disguise
even with the sounds of bullets, I could hear it from afar
the sound gradually intensified under the evening star
my eyes drifted to the red garnet of small branches
“will you help me escape from these glances?”
then, the electricity shock me with it’s arrogant power
into the web of confusion, the bitter-sour
I am my shadow’s brightest light
in the peak darkness of the night
my golden knife scattered the broken art
and led it to pieces that would remain apart
have I trapped myself onto the needle of a dart?
“it was my mind at war with my heart”