i descend in this arduous water,
filthy by the deeds done
the light runs out at each movement,
the sound becomes gloomier, at each eyelash beat
and i try undaunted to find a handhold
in these putrid ropes that drag me inside
a condemned cave, where water gets lost,
with my orientation
the breath lacks, there is no time,
i fall more in dephts, looking for a sure moment.
i found even darker and stunned by the scare,
i’ve let that an even gloomier sound
flooded my body, stained in black.
- utopian soul -