The madman's journey

I arrived settling down my baggage

strewn with stardust and lunar tides...

The crowd casting a black sandy glance

at the poor fool begging for a grimace ...

I am , castaway in this fortress 

of sleeping sentries ...

 Conquerors of these interiors 

made in frivolous dolhouse architecture...

I walk along a familiar path .

My footsteps in the mud of lyrics 

where the child torn  his flesh 

in the burning brambles silence...

 I hear the voice of the elder ,

deafened by harsh alcohol 

and tobacco of misery ,telling me :

'' You will not be  a man,my son ,

but a  sailor of misfortune ! ''

 I'm just a dream fisher  

casting his net in waves of word 

flowing towards the insane...

 And only the gust of wind 

in my poor head,applauds my genius...

Smile frozen in a stolen life ,

doomned to dead watercolors ...

 The elder has long been resting 

in the earth of my forgiveness...

  My loneliness abandoning me 

like an angel  with wings burned 

by a slaughter romance ...

 So I joined the silence of the abyss .

Adventurer between white walls 

where mourning masks ,

collide with the clouds of time ...

Always saying to nothingness :

 " We'll see you soon ! ''

Forgetting to say sorry ...

 But only the loony knows 

the good manners ...