I've been lying to myself,
a traitor to myself, to you
that this world should be enough,
enough without you...

I've been to the darkest places
of my mind, of my nightmares,
squeezed out the most poisonous
essence and got drunk ,
the worst violence
and wrapped myself with it,
to end my selfish suffering,
my undead love for you.

I've been counting every moment
without you in it
and I always reached null...
The more I wanted
to exile you, to isolate you
the more you were covering
the space in my mind,
as for the heart, you have been always there
not as a bullet fired randomly by life
but as a design, from the moment i was born.