In-terrors

In the arms of a dream

And dreamer of an evening,

Brushing against the shadows,

Enticing hope

To love a Thomb

And not to see anymore

Dark reflections

And his black felt

His life is eating away at me

And this existence

Who stretches too much

Impoverishes my senses,

Because in these valleys,

My pains are throbbing,

In this round,

Nobody heals me

Dead Oblivion

From this viscous honey,

Hairless little girl

With beef entrails,

Pitiful crumb,

Fallacious pudding,

Gloomy defeat,

I write your goodbyes

So laugh at the heavens,

Trumpet to hell,

Shout your confessions

From your bitter heart,

Beg for fire

Who, in you, macerates,

Let your wishes fail

Rocked by war

Désespéré,

Sinking into oblivion,

Guillotine

Under buried lands,

Demotivated,

I was betrayed.

Nothing works anymore.

It's a beautiful waste.