THE END OF THE WORD

Speeches of futile loudness.

Who dares to enter fear?

I'm too much invested in my demission

and the improbable shouts my silence!

In excesses I've found ways

to escape the edicted suroundings.

Majorities on the thrones of emptiness 

submit you to the charms of a promise,

stress.

I'll be gone with the tide 

long before dawn

blows in the sails

of my darkness vibe.

Could any contagious act,

could any faithfull vertigo,

could any murdered ego,

tell me when is the end of the word!

Reachings of subtil wilderness.

Who cares to be a sin, Sir?

I'm reflected by my disproportions

and my unsuitable doughts in science!

She dresses in a sound she plays

to anticipate my addicted expectings.

Conspiracies are thrown by the godess

to commit myself in the arms of a sweet

conquest.

I'll be gone to the other side

the great unknown 

as a simple cell

on an endless ride.

Could any contagious act,

could any faithfull vertigo,

could any murdered ego,

tell me when is the end of the word!

Somehow I'll meet myself again.