You weigh me
Even more than the time I spend to immolate you
Your down-belows occupy me
I wandered
there and sought after an exit
Which, this is better, would not be fatal
My ordeal is a failure
I sought to deny the words down to their roots
I have attached them to my hands which were to
strangle you
But preferred to wipe my cheeks where are flowing the
days
Burning under the misunderstanding, my skin sinks and
melts
I am back every year in September
I envy the mercenaries of amnesia
If I do have no talent, clairvoyance is my hobby
The time spent to pass amazes me
It flattens me, I do not take it
I hardly feel its decomposition
I am offended from all around
This is not the best solution
But I have none
else.