the tears that guard your memory
have locked my heart and sealed it..
sometimes i miss you, my soul is of ebony.
sometimes my heart still feels the pressure of that love
sometimes i feel like tears break my eyes for reasons uknown,
sometimes i cannot understand whether i am alive..

and many times i blankly speak thoughts
that do not belong to myself,
my essence is locked in an amorphic prison.
i am no longer myself, i no longer reason,
my strength can often fail and thus i let myself
led by superior forces of my human instincts.

i find myself living my life without any feelings,
just like computers faithfully complete their tasks,
without to question their existence or to ask.
i see myself drawn to this earthly sides of things,
while my spirit gradually dies..
i observe myself getting older,
tickle the wrinkles that paint my skin,
and i notice that nothing is different..
we change, but sometimes our obsessions remain the same..

it's nice, your older stuff is better tho, i kind of had the impression that u were just writting it for the sake of writting something, but makes a good point...