man from the depths

Man from the depths

Man from the depths, you sink, all alone, you have no one. Where will you go carried by the drift? You really believe in something, even if it rushes to a disaster.

Man of

shadows and little joys, come to the silt. For you, there are scarce remedies. Someone holds your arm, pulls your sight. You recognize her voice in the fog, but you dont know her name, her shape. The sky is overcast and your head burns in flames. Many times you will feel hunger and whims. You will sail under a highly vindictive shadow and a scorching heat, tormenting you with his zeal. Don't know where to go. Harassed to abysses from where you cannot go back, lying in a hole where the sun never comes. Your skin pales unfortunate man.

Do you still believe in something? After all your

spirit

remains

immovable.

Your

head

exploding every day, often collapsing on the

floor. Whatever you look at burns down. And steam doesn't let you breathe. It is perhaps the time at which a heavenly angel or a star would begin to shine for you. The sky is unlimited so you dont know where to look at, and the waters and the people are only their reflexes, and that drives you crazy. I know where you're going.

You're going where no one else can be. As unlimited punishes the sky , cold and harsh with

little

enormous

promise.

weight,

You

silent

and

lie

under

its

contemplative.

Rosy dawns come and leave again. Beside her you get that peculiar feeling. Many others could have loved you in life, but I have the impression that you won't stand them. I have been, its all you can say, discolored by the lack of light and heat. Mornings scare the

shadows, although evenings brigs them back, barely hurt . There is no much to see. The heavens seem sad. He was young, and what he did was just insane.

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