The dream killer

In the mirror of  darkness 

I contemplate the grotesque mask

of  my double .

Monster in the twilight of Satan's garden.

Blue flies crazy of the flesh of these girls

with a last prayer in their eyes .

A stolen life has no hive 

to deposit its  nectar .

 It wavers somewhere  ,

 hand to hand flight 

lost in a burst of solitary ecstasy

 in a dying star ...

You are my prey in a cage ,

where your wings break against the void ...

In this cursed spring ,

everything ha been said ,

like the final of a Fellini's film ...

A wind laden with epidemics ,

shakes the crucifix .

The crowd is made of ashes and rubbish .

Crows sharing  the infant ...

Only the mute knows the secret of confession

and this taste of abjection ...

In the sin of angel, no one sees me pass by .

 It's time for dogs beaten in the rain .

   Your corpse left a footsprint 

in the  soul's  dirty snow ...

 I am the wanderer that redraws 

the taste of shapes 

and choosing the tree with withered arms...

  Naturalist who pins decay love

in the herbarium of habbits ...

 On your grave ,I return to lay 

a scarlet dahlia to celebrate  your birth .

 The train will stop at the marshalling yard.

You would be asleep  ...

I would come in  without knocking .

 And you will recognize me ,

 this old Teddy revived from childhood .

   I am the dream killer ...