Your eyes have lost their spark
And your hands are increasingly cold,
As I wish we could recall these streets together,
With my already faded positiveness slipping away.

The illusion that we are wandering through this contrived earth, looking for our tomorrow, will soon dissipate. Once this disarming loneliness, whose accomplishment consists in my entire existence, will have woken me up from the umpteenth daydream for the umpteenth time, Everything that my mind has built with difficulty will be destroyed outright by daily reality.

I’ve already been in this worrying place,
And now I feel like we’re going to die here.
Therefore hold my hand and bid me your last farewell;
Don’t make all this more painful than it has to be.

Dealing with darkness has always been a need,
But I’ve ingenuously overrated my addiction to grief

Days are passing slowly and inexorably,
As I continue to wait here for you to come back.
Nothing has changed since you’ve left this place
And Still it will be so for so many years.

People usually rely on prayers, in order not to lose their hope.
Instead, I prefer deceiving myself, trying to keep my mind busy all over the day.
Everything proves to be useless!

I am destined to drown in a whirlwind of mediocrity and disdain
Which will deprive me of every meaningful anchorage and desire.
Sometimes, human beings are not even able to realise what’s the reason
Of the fire burning among the same bones which sustain this pain.

Angst is not anymore the vulture which wanted to tear my carcass to pieces,
But a brush painting greyer these such already grey days.
Wrapping all my emotions, as soon as my nerves fray.

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