something inside my head

the emptiness of words, the futility of feelings, the impotence of dreams... and the need of destroy and burn, the will to erase and to switch off pieces of brain, but , above all, pieces of heart.. the new anger, infinitely stronger than the ancient one, ready to sweep away all the obstacles, without ever turning back, except for a single fleeting instant, just enough to show me in face and to make you run away prey to the terror... but the news will be that I won't remember you, you're going to be only a face among so many, a number, a whole molecules, nothing... and this is your will, this is what you have wanted... it is all your guilt...


(in inglese fa più fico che in italiano)