• My direful thirst
    after life and death
    will never be quenched.
    My pernicious thirst,
    after soft colours and dulcet songs,
    the esthetics of nothing, the sound of emptiness,
    it is haunting me.

    I let the white powder satisfy me,
    so simple,
    so tragic,
    so damn nice.

    Today I realized
    that my greatest fear
    is to be misapprehensive.

    I am shrouding my disgraceful body,
    though I am waiting for being seen
    as who I am.
    What is the truth worth
    if it is hiding in my mind?

    We cursed ourselves and the ground we are on.
    I see nothing, I see nothing,
    though my eyes are open.

    Please,
    do not seal my lips.
    Do not kill the ring of my ignominious words,
    do not smother the vocality in the wind.
    Let me through.

    If there is a god above
    it must be an atrocious b***h.
    Wake the ******** up, human.
    Let me through.