One day as one falls asleep ,
dizzy in the depths of time .
Nothing remains but the neat appareance
of what once what ...
A Gothic ink inspired by the Brontë sisters...
Eyes ,lunatic craters open to visions from beyond.
One day, I will find meaning in nothing,
posing as a living corpse in a Victorian parlor...
Enthroned in the mist of a decomposed family .
Death knows how to maintain the dignity
of those whose occupy the entire present
between pity and lie ...
Everything in a matter of attitude
in the catharsis of the soul ,
through the state of the sublimated vacuum...
Memory imprinted with the majesty
of a formal decay .
Poetry in formalin traced ...
In this folded space awake in
a frozen metaverse ,
no pity and lie .Grace ,only...
You see,I am always there .
The story ends but a form of faith remains.
A misplaced life in a Victorian parlor ...