Epitafio

Burning with fury
I pray in a sentimental temple
pilgrim of your church, your devoted follower.
slowly induced I go
between rumors and hopes,
avoiding incomprehension
of heroic indifference: the revealing crime
I leave blind pride in the drawer
in a mournful procession, with a vital daydream
stealing smiles from you, with imperative action
to make sure you're not feeling bad
I testify to my effervescence which are the echoes of war
imprisoned by my memory I will promise relief...
to make sure you're not feeling bad
I have a conflicting root, I can't lie
from so much melancholy I got tired of it
with bells announcing the end
illusions torn apart
bones breaking inside me
I am witness to my happiness, that you can't see
the hidden suffering in me
even if every voice fades away
I will provoke hysteria
in a marathon of broken dreams that will go away
with deadly paleness
it's the bitter contempt of human greed
that will make your bed so you can't sleep well
and then it will use you, use you!
follow him, follow him until you fall
to your dream and your illusions
just follow them!
I am giving up the carnival
to not be able to move my legs
during the short life I have left in my feet
I will battle against the bad bringing
mute eternal marble
phrasing the best of me
forgive me if tonight I became sentimental
the agony will soon leave