a broken faucet

that you cannot shut-

curling around you

with repetitive drops

that echo

through your endless corridor;

the monotony of this world

will engulf you-

while silence enjoys the echo

that brings it flattery.

dry steel has withered the soul,

forged in the furnace of your heart;

melding

the set of doors shut,

through which you used to part.

the echo takes over - quietly

a long lab-lit room with endless exits;

where repetition

has burdened your life-

where options fade like joy,

as the drops puddle

into a sea of expectation;

you’re forced to swim-

coughing out thoughts as not to drown-

ignoring-

that beautiful key you worked so hard on,

as it jingles on your chain.

leaving seemed more controlable, in the mind;

find yourself reaching for the key

that opens the door to a room

whose personality

you should never have met.

slice through flesh and bone-

the prison in which you lie;

a gash in the open heart,

breaking-

beating- without red.

the hollow,

it oozes out,

and substance trickles into your unfeigned world-

prying your heart out

from their sweet and loving clasp;

if pain does teach - look for it, then-

i suppose

-Slenes ce é um genio