Theory of Desolation.

All this time has gone like water in my hands,
Burning something inside my heart.
As these wounds were kept in silence,
Earthquakes came to me silently too.

Daydreams of a colored reality,
Sugarless cups of tea,
Resting on the grass, watching the sea,
All just by myself is no more than a simple shell.

Angels in my head, hopes of a future,
Charcoal illusions, ephemeral love.
So many routes, so far away,
Last images, memories, tastes.

Still touching your skin, still calling your name,
Faith in wisdom, smelt of you.
Over-honesty maybe, to torture my sad brain,
Give me answers, any guiding.
Anesthetize me once again!

Feeling stupid, lost, enchained,
Immobilized, out of my self,
Back to Earth, to deception,
A boat that’s never going to sail.

Cats in outter space, sad songs,
Cigarette smoke, hands shivering,
Smiles, lies, bad nightmares.

Paintings, drawings, songs of mine,
Whole days chatting, wasting time.
Premonitions, you and I,
All of this just to say goodbye.