Nothing to remember
A boring movie on a quiet slow evening,
efforts of nothingness.
One week ago. The cage.
A violent but creepy break out.
One year thrown away,
what seemed impossible turned to reality,
We are like strangers,
you are a shadow of something I can hardly recognize,
a smile, your dream, useless pain.
I’ve put the gun against my forehead,
letting you pull the trigger at my command.
I’ve locked the door with my own trembling hands,
too weak to fight for myself.
I’ve tied my hands on the arms of this lonesome chair,
cracking down slowly suffocating in your smoke.
Projects, eyes, money wasted.
Two minutes of madness, a headlong.
Crazy epiphany of an ironic destiny.
Your sentences are like thin air,
pulled up by your breath,
but invisible on the road when it lays down on the gravel.
Another cage, and then the jump.
White lines, unknown pleasures.
Blackness, light behind the windowpane.
the green luminance that I won’t see anymore,
a dead end I won’t drive till the end.
these ruins we built so perfectly.