Acts

Stay still, try to hear your breaths,
touch lightly the hard stone,
cracked and cold by this time;
you don't know there are tears in your eyes, stay still.
Slip slowly into your black bed,
without the need to open the eyes,
you know the way to him.
The journey leads you away,
I see your profile flooded into light,
just the white of your scars remain constant,
are you suffering?
As I was walking looking for the reason,
trickles of blood cake my fingers,
my image, reflected on the blade, was distorted:
the steel mixed with blood wishes to show me my true colors.
Remnants of your love joined togheter in my suffering mind
satured with the liquid that my heart beats in tight channels.
First and last act of an insane rainy day.