Why bother?

There’s a labyrinth,
which unfolds my
excruciating pain.

In my mind I died a thousand times,
I found the secret gate,
I’ve hidden in the den.

Ignoring my fall from grace,
Shook my head
Because there is no need
To hurt as you know what suffering
is.

A mere scratch,
A lapse of mind,
Bitter sorrow,
Biting you subtly.

Cross your eyes
When you close them.
Stretch your fingers
When you reach for her.

There are gates,
Even if there is no sign of them,
Swallow the pill,
And find them.

So,
Far from what I know,
There is no need for death,
Or oblivion.

Not your kind

The truth is progressive,
but not as aggressive,
as the rights in your soul.

Forgiveness is stillness,
in the riot within.
You will never forgive me,
for keeping still.

None-the-less

Sono le persone che non restano dentro me.