It all started with this pernicious pain pounding in my veins;
I could still smell the petrichor, after the storm of my destroying habits left;
Now I sit here, remembering my halcyon fading into stoned oblivion;
What is there left to do, if not remembering the ethereal theft ?
The red-raged sunset fading behind the mountains, left place for my serein,
Because my hollow heart feels so dim after all the euphemisms I proudly projected;
This enormous wildfire was caused, by the incandescence of my burning flame;
My sempiternal vagabond heart will forever and always be affected.
No elysian ending was ever planned for me, I couldn’t trust the stars;
My inclement mind is empty, colored by the deepest drowning blue;
This everlasting lachrymose pain that tears my whole soul apart,
Will never see if anything, anyone, ever says is true.
And in this eternal prosody you’ll always find me;
My pain will always be translated into this black euphony;
You’ll find the red ink of my translating pen, creating an elegy;
As long as my mind remembers the last lingering memory.
So it can be my lamenting heart, my sorrowful thoughts;
My despair and my crestfallen tormented love,
But I’ll wait, until the epiphany of your brain makes you understand what us poets do, and makes you take a bow,
And I’ll murmur in the dead of the night, do you understand me now?