Deltoya

The fire went out, nothing works
where is the light? what's in your gaze?
I hang on to her hair, I hook onto her honey,
I meet my fairy, who is crazy too,
I've gone back to my old ways, I've gone back to madness
I saw it written on the moon, waxing moon:
It is necessary
to leave the stream
in the ravine
with its noises:
and I stay at home, everything hurts me,
who will put up with me in this state.
Photos from a drawer break my head
I remember her smell and I get excited:
I hang on to her hair, I hook onto her honey,
I meet my fairy, who is crazy too,
I've gone back to my old ways, I've gone back to madness
I saw it written on the moon, waxing moon:
Delicate gauze
strong wrapping.
stubborn goose
with nature.
And I stay at home, I don't need
to have you close when I vomit.
I don't care.
I'm going to get high without stopping.
I don't care about getting high.
I'm going to turn everything around and I don't know why:
and break the high.
And sign on all the walls with my skin:
to start the high.