Mal de vivre

Do you guess there's something more important than me?

today it's time for joy, for feast, for happiness...

I have nothing to celebrate....

just voices invading my frail mind

jerking off by paranoid and lust

waiting for the right moment of pleasure

and trees to cut off

and skyscrapers to climb.

you're my strenght, my wisdom

I have never had.

you're digging deep inside my soul

maybe hoping to rescue me or my petals!

scrambling in pieces

we don't find a dustman

to embrace our gruesome rubbles...

and we go astray

we pail around

in search of a spark of bright escape...

I don't know the conclusions,

just the starts or restarts...

having to have you?

feelings go mad...

the sky is still dark this morning,

sympathetically.

I don't need the nth illusion

but intimate fusion

or a numbness of passion

and nothing else to think about!

I feel an euthanasia pain.

Mal de vivre.

I'll go out soon.

Or maybe I'm already gone.