I’m slipping like the water in the sewers
Towards the cradle of a muddy sea.
No gathering of some compliant viewers,
But only hopes and only misery.
My goddess always swears a candid loving –
Sometimes I know she cheats, sometimes I don’t.
I thirstly kiss her hair in the morning –
She doesn’t feel! I know she always won’t…
Perhaps I am indifferent to her passion,
Perhaps I never understand her lust.
Oh, tell me Lord, how should I pass this session
Or how, at least, I’d clean my eyes of dust.
She only cheats the manhood with her beauty,
The mistress in a land of criminals.
My poem is the feeling of a naughty
Who sucks the blood of pacifying gulls.
Forgive me, Sun, for these unchained illusions;
Forgive me, Moon, for my dispair in night.
I’ll never have the strenght to fight confusions,
I shan’t be able to defeat the right.
That’s what I am: a slave into the doubtness,
The ultimate of demons to defeat.
My misery is keeping me in darkness
As rivers bring their garbage just to eat.
She’s just a dream who promisses the heaven
To all she kills! I know she always does.
No blood, no soul, no worries – they just happen
To die before the world would give its fuzz!
I know, because we live the same old story,
With cheated humans, guilty for their love.
Tomorrow tells me not to have a worry,
As haven never lies in skies above.
I shan’t be laughing! That means no deliver
Of what could be just a satanic joke.
Oh, Buddha, let me sink into the river
And just revive through my consuming fog.
I would forget the misery of hoping
If only I had less of poetry.
I would defy eternal sins of loving
If only I’d never tasted misery!
Forgive me, Love! I can’t be fool pretending
Of never hearing shewolves cry their lust.
By God! By Satan! I shall be defending
My only treasure: poems in the dust!
So please, my darling goddess, don’t remember
A drop of tear flowing from my eyes!
I hope you would be safe until november,
Unless you change the number Satan dials!
You might be safer without all my poems,
You might be happier after I die.
My grave will swallow every reminiscence
To keep you strong in hope you’ll learn to fly.
Beloving memories would fade in sewers
As rats let poison to revive their blood.
Don’t be afraid, my goddess, only rumours
Are prophecies of the eternal flood!
Keep loving everything that nature offers,
Keep breathing all the air for your heart.
Before you realize that Satan covers
Your immortality, I’ll be apart!
So don’t pretend that you regret this moment
Of sudden leaving Eden in the sky.
Your mouth of Sun will breath the air of covenant
Until consuming wishes that I die.
And free, forgeting all my once existence
You would be happy lying other fool.
By getting older, you will make the difference
Between a cheaper world and other doom.
At least you’re just a shewolf, precious goddess;
You’ll be remembered as iconic star
And all the misery I felt in darkness
Will flow into the poem that you are!
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