Elegy for a misplaced life

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 ...