Because I can’t figure out how many times I surprise myself once again stabbing with the same old knife, leaving no more evidence than these red-spotted verses:
Oh, holes of the deepest corners of my blood vessels
Stop draining this thick venom from the violet snakes that you once fed the time I was alive
Oh, dense convoluted masses of tissue I let you turn off the lights of life; to dry; to be the worms feast
You can even run my fluids backwards or kill my imagination’s hideous beast
But the ashes of my memories, those ashes aren’t allowed to be hidden in the darkest coffin of history
With this hand, I will hold on to this shipwreck of dreams to find remote vestiges of my soul’s mysteries
Oh, hot air balloons, both of you embracing my heart
I do declare you released from the slavery tonight
It is the time now to be free; it is the time now to go high
You can take off my daily oxygen, but please leave me your daily plea to sigh
Oh, dull package of senses it is time to close, please don’t come tomorrow, I’ll be dead and gone
Why don’t you take a look at the world? I am sure they’ll find you more useful than I’ve done
Please offer some vision to those who aren’t able to see but take off it to those who don’t want to
Find somebody to place these ears, especially those who never seem to understand each other
But don’t take away from me the smell of the rainy ground, the sound of bells nor the image of my young brother.
Oh, bushy nest of feelings, there is time to hold you no more
Why don’t you keep sailing through every phrase? , castaway of life, until you reach the shore
You will come with me, they say, I say you should keep between this will
You! Leech! , sing the song to another victim and make him your next meal.
