Talk to me about you. Tell me about nothing. Tell me things that matter. A visceral poem exploring the toxicity of desire, the ethereal nature of attraction, and the silence of lost connections.
Talk to me about you. Tell me about nothing. Tell me things that matter. Release your venom. And death.
Quickly I get entangled. You are a furtive star, in captivity. Light, ethereal, simply undesirable. Corrupt. Unstable. In you, I lose myself.
My mind travels through spaces and times, dark skies where I sing your name. Silently she walks among my foundations, false and infinite, she roams my arms.
I know you can kill me. I have already stopped loving you. Pierced by my gaze, the dark mare fights for my smile.
I hear the sound of your body upon waking. I sit. I breathe. I hear you lost. And I slip. I never overcame those obstacles, those nights on the roads of sand and sea.
That alien look, just back from the other world. I had fallen again, like all those days. She, the first thing.
Glossy, capricious, the screams and anger follow you. Sustained instability, silent madness that advances and devastates.
It doesn’t end until she desires it. It attacks without giving peace. And without being able to stop floating, everyone floats in that great infinite. everyone falls again.
Blue, radiant, spherical and fanatic, blinds my soul, I can only hear this subhuman sea that touches me again.
Take your toxic tongue away from me. Show me what your face hides. Release your venom. And death.
Talk to me about mortal things. Tell me about you. Or maybe… about nothing. or maybe about nothing.