The Girl Who Was… Death
Don’t Trust Him
When He Turns His Back
He Looks At You.
Don’t Trust Him
When His Eyes Are Closed:
He Still Looks At You.
I Fled, I Fled
Devouring The Space.
But The Shapeless Bulk
Was Chasing Me -Enraged-
Breathing My Footsteps,
Unsated With Killing Me
Slowly,
Nailing My Incandescent Thoughts
Along The Border
Of Insanity,
In A Place Where
A Procession Of Fleshly Numbers
Slides Incessantly
Into The Ironic Waters
Of The Cosmos
Seeking To Remember
The Sense
Of The Impossible Word:
Escape.
“Who Are You Looking For?
What Are You Looking At?”
A Light? “A Star”
A Boat? “An Insect”
A Plane? “A Flying Fish”
“I’m Looking At Somebody
Who Belongs To My World”
“This Is Your World,
I Am Your Only World”.
I Can’t Remember
When The Fog
-Unravelling
The Real And Inexplicable
Contradictions
That Crowd Together
The Human Brain Lobes-
Imprisoned Me
In The Spider’s Web
Of The One Who Touches
The Minds Of The Mad
Curbing And Churning
The Confetti Of Their Thoughts.
“Without Corpses
There’s No War
And Without War
There’s No Victory,
My Dear!”
I Will Not Be Pushed,
Filed, Stamped,
Indexed,
Briefed, Debriefed
Or Numbered!
-Nightmare-
Welcome, My Friend!
Here Whole Generations
Of Ghosts
Have Raised
Their Eyes And Wings
Each Morning
To Unbounded Space
With The Innocent Joy
Of Crysalids
Greeting
Their Final Metamorphosis.
And In The Evening
They’re Dead And Drooping
Like Lifeless Flowers
Swayed By The Plaintive
Whistling Of The Wind.
You Must Learn, We Are All Pawns
On This Hopeless Chessboard;
Your Move!
“Maybe You Don’t Know My Face,
But Well You Know My Name
-My Name Is Death”
Dressed In White, Smiling,
The Girl Who Was Death,
And Loved Me So Much,
Desiring To Bring Me Back To Her,
The Only Way Out.
To No Purpose.
“Why Are They Trying
To Kill Me?”
“Because They Don’t Know
You Are Already
Dead!”
Face To Face,
Shut Up
In The Cage Of Time
The Man And I
Joined By Fate
In The Degree Absolute,
The Challenge
Without Return Match
Where The Price To One Is:
Living,
And Pain To The Other Is:
Not Dying!
The Mask! The Mask!
I Must Take Off
His Mask!
Now! Now!
But Just As Victory
Seems Finally
To Favour Me,
And The Unknown
Persecutor Appears
-Frame After Frame-
In A Slow Instantaneous
Electric Shock,
Here Is My Contorted Face
To Reveal, Sneering,
The Final Dramatic
Deceit.
When Victim And Hangman
Exchange Roles
The Triumphant Freedom
Of A Thousand Dreams
Evaporates
In The Reality
Of A New Incubus
-Once Again-
Made Of
Smiles, Masks, Lifeless Confetti.
Be Seeing You!
Wandering Through The Catacombs Of Life
Desperately I Plunge Into The Whirl.
Wandering Through The Catacombs Of Life
Slowly I Fall Into The Whirl Of
-Hell-
The Sacrilege of Fatal Arms
Sacrilegium:
Profanatio Omnium Quae Deo
Vel Sanctis Propositis Consecrantur.
For Long Endless Millions Of Instants
I Drank At The Goblet Of Illusion
Tilling Tumours And Follies
Desperately Wandering
Through The Dark Tunnels
Of The Bone Box
Then, Submitting,
I Chose To Drown
In The Ashes Of My Dreams.
When Purity Is Raped
Three Days Are Not Enough
To Resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy Spreads Out,
The Light Of The Eyes
Is Extinguished,
Thunders Now Shatter
The Eardrums,
The Scream Is:
“The Plague Be On You!”
The Dust
I Used To Build
The Impalpable Reality
Of My Nights
Brings Me Back
Along The Paths
Where I Scattered
Useless Hopes.
Believe!
Can I Trust You?
No, Please, Don`T!
Can I Trust You?
Forever, Really, Forever!
Oaths Engraved In The Water…
Obey!
As A Child, Or An Idiot
Who Follows The Laws
Of The Xxxx Others?
Quicksands Have Just One
Unrelenting Goal.
Bon Voyage, Mon Amour…
Fight!
That Invisible Enemy
Nestled Behind Those
Gorgeous, False, Sharp
Smiles
In Order To Conquer The Future: And Destroy It!
I Go Back -Once More- Into The Abyss Of My Nothing.
You Know
The Dead Have The Virtue Of Looking Like Each Other.
It Seems Like Yesterday
We Were Children
And Playing At Running
After Each Other;
You Would Often Lock Me
In The Dark Cellar,
And I Implored:
“Please Open!”
I Used To Run Trampling On
The Little Heads
-Cut Off-
Spread Ripe On The Lawn
We Had No Mother
So We`Re Taking Turns
In Being Her.
You Were Visiting My Dreams
Leaving To Snow
Through Almost
Closed Fingers
Glittering Crystals
Of Verginal Illusions.
Time Seemed Our Brother
Until The Deadly Night
Twisted, I Preserved You
-Jealously- Beside Me.
Gelid, Adorned With
The Damned Cloths
Of The Sudden
Silence…
…While
Dreamful…
…I Offered You
A Smile…
…In A Suspended Flash
The Spirit…
…Was Plucked Away
By The…
…Sacrilege Of Fatal Arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I Kept The Secret
“Where Is The Bride?”
“Forsaken Him!”
“Fleeing The Deceived”
“Left Him Alone!”
Talk, Talk
You Fools!
Forever I Wanted
Still, Lifeless And Empty
The Shadow Of You
To Lie On
The Bridal Couch
Where You Laughed
Astonished
Minding The Tales
Bizarre And Contorted
I Told You Every Night
Prior To Submitting
To The Empire Of The Dark.
Mors At Suae Cohortis Ludus:
“Anathema, Anathema Tibi!”
Arcani Vis Et Natura:
“Anathema, Anathema Tibi!”
They Who Know, Do Not Speak!
They Who Talk, Do Not Know!
“Maledictus! Maledictus!”
We Are Just Sketches Of Men
Caught In A Wicked Vortex
Where Tertium Non Datur
Between Being God
Or Being Damned.
But, After All,
IsnT It True That An Inaudible Suggestion, An Ineffable Remorse, A Secret Instinct Reveal The Impurity Hidden In Success, The Vulgarity Of Victory, The Filth Nestling In Fortune: Pure Purity Absolute Catharsis, Is In Misadventure, In Tragedy, In OneS Ineluctable
Check Mate.
And When The Lights Dim
And Falls Slowly The Curtain,
I Return To Dance In A Ring
With The Skeleton Man
And The Bearded Lady,
The Bird-Boy And
The Laughing Dwarf;
Among Dragons
And Avenging Angels,
Winged Maidens
And Herds Of Blind Men
Who Bark
With Open Wide Orbits
Taking Me At Last
To The World Where
Uncertainty Does Not Exist.
In Heaven. Or Underground.
τι να λεμε τωρα…
