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The Silence that I feel is killing me...​

The last nail pierces the hand,

but the pain of the flesh

is nothing compared to that

of the spirit.

I don’t hate you, men.

I would be dead just the same before long.

A man can’t live alone

with his ghosts for long.

If only I could be sure

not to be forgotten by you,

this agony would be

as sweet as honey.

I can’t hear your voice,

maybe I misunderstood your will?

Break this deafening

Silence that surrounds me,

I beg you...

Three times I died for you, Father,

for the ideal you’ve sown in my heart.

And not even the desert

has succeeded in eradicating this plant.

The first time I died for you was

when I abandoned the materiality of my existence,

disowning my own mother…

The second time was

when I understood,

when I understood what your plan was.

I closed my eyes,

and I saw it.

This is the third time,

I die while thorns are

wrapping round my mind,

nailed to a cross with my ideals.

If only I could be sure

not to be forgotten by you,

This agony would be

as sweet as honey.

I can’t hear your voice,

maybe I misunderstood your will?

Break this deafening

Silence that surrounds me...

Your silence pierces me more

than these sharp long nails.

I want only a sign

of your approval.

Spread your arms, hug me

and speak to me,

disperse these horrible spectres

that are devouring my soul.

Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.

Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.

I thirst.

Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.

Woman, this is your son. This is your mother.

It is finished.

And now that I know

you’re an illusion,

all my castles crumble into dust

and drag me to the cliff’s end.

The shadows get longer,

reality loses its shape,

I feel a Silence

that desperately cries

and roughly chokes my thoughts.

I am dying…

My God, my God,

why have you

forsaken me?

Into the Silence

alone I sink with

my broken hopes.

It is finished