Abstract Spirit - Ruined
I don't remember my face,
I don't count wrinkles.
I have never created idols
For worshipping them and hating them.
I keep terrible secrets
Of those who are gone.
When clay knocked their coffins
I was standing alone?
If I could see the absence of a sense?
If I could hear but not listen?
If I could know life is so empty?
A curtain would drop earlier?
It feels like strings vibrating
Somewhere inside of me?
The source of my life pulsates
Deep in inner devouring horror?
A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts
Falls by downpour unto me?
I behold a world of parallels
Painted by withering imagination?
Now I set free the warm of life
Through a door closed so long ago,
Now I get used to feel cold,
I escape this reality? ruined?
Letras Abstract Spirit