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Worrying desire of transcending sayings

Terrible sensation of desertion

Vulgar anger impulses

My mental state my actual state

Absorbed by vitreous glassy liquid of my arbitrary starvation

Moments spent in understanding the game

In another context I would have taken possession

I would have elected my new path

Making my strings vibrate shouting to time, crying inside

I can’t I don’t have to I don’t want to

I see my old vision vanishing like the breath passing through my harm

I tighten it, I fill it with my condition

I’m unarmed before events

Foolish miniatures, temporary alternations

Dilemmas the game is keeping for me

Iniquitous joy, flavor disappearing from emotions

Slow, relentless, clever

It insinuates itself carrying myriads of sounds

Ephemeral event in contact with the extreme side of me

I don’t like it I don’t want it

Intellect doesn’t help me

The courage I lead is unexpressed

Flooded in my mind

Bridled in my heart

I would like to listen to new sounds

To be stripped from my mental iterations

Already ragged behavior structures

Protecting a shield erected by myself

That has no reason to exist