Bleeds

Abstract colors within this hostile universe,

I see new shades, now everything for me is attainable

I leave and i return simultaneously, as if i had died,

My senses do not exist here

There is just a slight sign of consciousness:

Your death is my destiny.

It is just a fleeting thought,

Hope is not welcomed in this place;

But now in the stupor of my non-existence,

I can contemplate the immortality of my grief.

Like a beggar i try to breathe the breath of the dread,

Every minute becomes more diffuse

Every moment is more vulnerable to the pleasure of the memories.

I can see subtle shapes, suggestive and accurate;

I can see a lot of ways, a serpent shows the threshold to me

I can see you i can feel your reflex burning my last mortal notion

So delicate, so pure

Your presence humiliates me, satisfies me, condemns me

Discovering your skin