Death lingers in souls as a marauder.
God has ceased to be an affirmation,
He is now reduced to mere hope.
In order to live one must forget.
The profane deity,
Man-made and therefore rotten
To the very core, Love,
Cannot possibly have a meaning by itself.
Just serves to show how humanity foolishly concerns itself
With the damned ephemeral.
Having held nothing sacred,
I find myself gone,
Blurred in frail minds and feeble hearts.
No fallacious verdict of life may reach me.
Searching for truth rather than comfort,
I have obtained desolate damnation.
I reject this absurdity.
I give it all back.
My corpse shall be consumed by decadence,
For it was the only thing residing in my heart.
And my blood will trickle over flowery lawns,
For I always managed to spoil the divine.
I shall be dead by dawn,
Proving that it will simply make no difference,
For I will be mourned but a few weeks.
Life goes on for the blind.
La imagen de la portada es una pintura de Jana Heidersdorf tomada de arthur.io
Autora:
Isabella Motta
Mi nombre es Isabella Motta. Me encuentro sumamente apasionada por la lectura y escritura; es por eso que nació en mí el deseo de formar parte de un proyecto tan grande como el capirucho en mi último año escolar. Espero que mis palabras puedan llegar a sus corazones.
