Bleeds

Abstract colors within this hostile universe,
I see new shades, now everything for me is attainable
I leave and i return simultaneously, as if i had died,
My senses do not exist here

There is just a slight sign of consciousness:
Your death is my destiny.

It is just a fleeting thought,
Hope is not welcomed in this place;
But now in the stupor of my non-existence,
I can contemplate the immortality of my grief.

Like a beggar i try to breathe the breath of the dread,
Every minute becomes more diffuse
Every moment is more vulnerable to the pleasure of the memories.

I can see subtle shapes, suggestive and accurate;
I can see a lot of ways, a serpent shows the threshold to me
I can see you i can feel your reflex burning my last mortal notion

So delicate, so pure
Your presence humiliates me, satisfies me, condemns me
Discovering your skin