As the most beautiful faces
can be seen in a parade full of shine
Creatures from our dreams are lost
inside the rainLet me search their imaginary eyes
into the wet night
Let me kiss you again
again
again
Till my lips turn to leaves
you will carry in your chestOh, while I 'm in this life
In this world
In this path of despair
Let me feel the bitter taste of chaos
lingering in your mouthI 'll go away now
I have something to find
I need only the great wide open
Only this desperate darkness
Only those unwanted
Emotions
Thoughts
Images of damaged kidsNothing else to give
Nothing else to seeFor the next years
or centuries
the valleys and vineyards
of fingers sticked inside my head
It will be an interesting trip
YOU ARE READING
Searching for nothing
PoetryThe brief (or extended) depiction of my dreams, using words of obsession and hours of wandering in the heart of a dead man.