my strange world

ESCAPES

my natural tendency toward you 

suggests me not to react.

Apathy has taken possession of me.

to suffer and to bear are become by mow rules of life.

pain and suffering are my only friends ,

"Why" my only question.

I let me cradle from

your hard songs and fierce.

then I take by the hand Silence,

while habit suggests me the death.

my look loosens him,

my breast folds up him,

the blood cools him.

But a voice: Escapes!

no, I am not able, I don't want, I don't succeed.