Blinded with burning desire
he’s screaming on top of his lungs…
…deafening silence.
Free falling
in a sea of disgust.
Shooting pain
cooled by the gale.
He’s tossing and turning.
He looks in a mirror:
Laughter is mocking the sorrow.
Suddenly, turning the course
is the rush of the blood.
Grabbing power emerges
shaking the innocence:
Revenged and devoured –
reigning over the void. For good,
crowned with the shame…
A tender caress
disperses the shadows.
Her kiss wakes him up;
Lured by the light,
in a moment of truth –
he’ll make up his mind
to belong or exile.
