immortalized inside my memory,
the touch of human flesh,
when i wish to watch an image passing through time and space,
i only conjure one human face,
not my own, but perhaps, one i've met
In sleep, or death, i dream of it endlessly,
a mere flicker of light giving organelles life with its idolatry, duplicities spreading like wildfire where the truth is a hideously aging revelation and the heart is a statue perplexed by its irreversible nature,
i may venture to pray to the god who doesn't save, but who crushes all souls in his hands into one, like the stars erased by the sun, once here then gone forever.
And you my little love, like all things powerful above, cast a spell upon my mind, impossible to escape, yet impossible to find, have brought me to my knees again, knowing not why nor where nor when,
my childish hope, my hollow friend,
I beseech you before the bitter end
The insane movements of sac religious lips marking the void upon the walls of my skin, he who has forsaken his children,
In my dark heart, I have forsaken him
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