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Breathing sorrow, vomiting hate
Sulfur, bile, pus, blood, and water
The ways of the earth, unbearable and cruel
In shame, in irony, for real
Breathing is useless and blood is clotting behind my eyes
At the other side of the shore, witnessing Nature's mocking…
Slitting my throat, getting rid of my vocal cords
Ripping my veins out of my wrists eating my flesh.

I should extract all the existing Light
So, I can portray Loss, any loss
I should cease all the existing Sound
So, I can speak of Grief, any grief
I should compress all the existing Air
So, I can portray Death, any death

I should throw my own remains away in the most distant grave
Without a name, without clean marbles, without symbols of any god,
without a sad word against any reason, hidden in my cold hand
Who could tell this story of an naeve man who lost his pride?

A pile of shrouds on the chair, speak of hope…
Clean and firm waiting to cover a wreck…
What is left, from the time where, this called life…

I stare at my tomb, just a hole
In this barren land I wear myself out
Empty, hollow, just an open wound
In this wasteland black cloths cover mirrors
I am tired. I know. I know the truth
This hole, soon, I can assure anyone, will pollute the earth.
Like the way it should be

No hyacinths upon my coffin
Nor lilies and oleanders
No mourners will soak the soil in tears
No white cloth upon my face
No drops of wine over my eyes
Now pain will go away
No loved ones walking slowly behind
Now, finally, pain will start

Where even sorrow matters no more
when even hate becomes my spine
Mountains and Oceans as graves, pressing Fear.
Expelled from anything pure, hiding ...
In my coffin Ι laugh loud, but nothing...
Like a noise from above where Earth decayed
Concrete water on me, like guilts and regrets
Where even sorrow matters no more
Mountains and Oceans as graves, pressing Fear
Expelled from anything pure, hiding…

It’s the End of the Walk…Back in the cage.

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from Implosions - 2023, released March 1, 2023

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