Bleary-eyed soul
Obsession, sin, worldly,
Mistake sitting in prowl
Betrayed the holy.
Sold it all.
Regret too late.
Where was the brain?
A conscience that forsake
A minute stopped its duty.
The words been said,
The acts been made
The theories been laid
And nothing has remained.
A void corpse, shrewdness
A crafty sickness using rudeness.
And responsibility remotes
Getting me down in blows.
Nightmare’s overwhelming common sense
Been Brought down in a morbid trance.

Where have I lost my smile?
I see a picture. It’s not mine.
My key word is “a crime”.
I’m looking in an empty void
Waiting for something to occur
Bearing this hour
Waiting for it to go in the purgatory’s blur.
I’ll wait for time to go away
For night to fall in vain
I’ll go back and I’ll lay
In a sleep of stray.
a forgiveness crave
to the regret I’m slave.
But until then I wait
A wait meant to be felt vast
An ubiquitous ache
A complete wretchedness.

oct 27, 2006

uhm... wow!