" It was so cold that we switched on the heaters
Outside, in the darkness, are hidden the eaters
Every winter, our hearts sorrowful, they try to steal
Swallow us up with their sharp fangs of steel
Every evening we meet around the fire to pray
While their blood-soaked truffles searching for tracks,
The more the days go by, the closer they get to their prey
In an attempt to escape the threat, we will soon have to pack"
And when the heart clenches, when the stomach knots, the fear turns into an obsession. The shadows all around me drags me into the dark. They whisper my weakness to me, shake the foundation of my self-esteem.
« Lose, alone, without friends or family. No one likes you despite your efforts » Each day is more disappointing than the last. Yet I promised you I would be there, and I'm a man of my words, perhaps, if the pain doesn't take me away. I don't know if i'm that invincible... or crazy
The heat crushes and consumes me. From the ashes of hell, it's reborn to take us all. Bodies sweat, water melts, energy evaporates. The dry throat, our lips are looking for the precious liquid to moisten it. The thirst. Inexhaustible companion to the heat wave. Words become heavy and sacred. Each syllable is important, they should not be sacrificed for nothing. It's now that a declaration of love takes on its full meaning. Three words, seven letters, and I'm yours. Touch me with your words or hands, and I'll fly away, like a butterfly twirling around the flames. Aggressives thoughts blow up inside my skull but my happiness is near, I know it. The next time will be the right one, or the one after. Even if the light at the end of the tunnel i feverish and so far away, as long as I see it, I have faith. Anyway, I only have that left.
It's what I've said to myself yesterday, but today was the one time too much. Sometimes it's not enough, not anymore. We surprise ourselves with our most basic baseness. We set off the fuse and the fireworks will start in spite of us. The storm shook my bones as I threw myself into the void. Better dying right now than being eaten. The fall threw my soul out of its body as it approached the rocky peaks. I couldn't keep my eyes open and I couldn't wait to crash. My heart rose to my lips, like a funeral offering. As much as everything stops in an instant rather than agonize the open mouth.
Somewhere else, in the opposite place of the world, the widow watches through the window the flowers fading. They said « the night brings advice » ... she rather believes that when she sleeps she doesn't think.
"My heart on your lips whispered my feelings for ya.. Are you so deaf that you bit it toothy ?" says her for herself
