Dark Light

I'm lying down, stunned and that equals
I don't want to stand up even when the sun rises
Similar cases give me space I want to take care of the dark room that urges me to scratch the reflection that leads me to think about

I want to forget, I want to erase it
I want to fly, I want to blow up the obsession that are the neuronal membranes
It burns, I want to kiss, endlessly even though it seems like it's already late
I want to taste the resentment and not keep it

I want to know what it tastes like, what does it taste like?
I want to know what hatred and love mixed in syrup taste like
Not the scent of jade; not the scent of jade, I won't let myself, I'll relax, longing

It's going to strike me, Does someone want to enlighten me? Someone?
There's no one.. There's no one.. I don't want to even think about being in the park, I'm fed up. The park? For what?

Here is where I wonder: Where are those who support me?
In their normal life?
Who will ensure me an emotionally transcendental promotion?
Man, I'm naked!
This drives me crazy, it's a vice from the beginning and already
Hey, it will reach more and there's nothing left but to regret, to regret
To regret, to regret

The most natural thing, it's going to saturate me, I'm going to nullify it
I seek to imagine a lunar phase where to heal and never doubt again
And thus refute, and thus enjoy, and thus formulate this way of flagellating myself so singular