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Life, tragic melancholy…

I crawl through a cold and dirty labyrinth,

body pierced by quills,

sufferings that devastate my soul at every step,

they hurt me,

they tear my veins,

they make me whirl as if I were inside the storm of

death.

…I walk

I don’t know where,

I’m looking for a destination that doesn’t exist,

in vain I dream of reaching her,

to get out of the evil that compresses and suffocates

me

and then I run scared,

fear envelops me and I cry,

tears corrode me like acid,

I look at the hostile world around me,

I would like to escape from that place that plans my

end.

The high hedge prevents me from seeing the sun,

alone in the dark I lose hope,

now I’m the darkness that lives inside me,

I dominate my existence,

I stopped believing in a future,

aware of having to live like this,

in the gloomy sadness of my heart,

away from joy and love,

my eyes shine with despair,

the mist penetrates me and enjoys my warmth,

he sucks my blood and injects poison, the most lethal,

that of rancor and loneliness.

I scream against the wind, my breath dies in my

throat,

the cry vanishes in the darkness stolen by a chilling

silence,

which grants me only a faint sound of footsteps

nearby …

and then I start running again, I follow him, but the

noise is faster,

my throat goes dry, my legs are tired as he walks

away again, too much..

shortness of breath and agony,

I see nothing, nothing that comforts me,

I want to cry but I realize I can’t,

I no longer have lifeblood, who emptied me of me?

Now I understand… the steps were mine, it was me

who was running away from myself,

so I collapse to the ground, bring my legs to my chest

like when I was a child,

I smile… and slowly I die…