After a night of empty prayers...
A fragile gleam of light faded away,
and a swan hanged in the sea of oblivion.
Love? Rather believe in Santa Claus
The disheartenment of a joyless being
subjected to an insensitive annihilation of the self
Feel no rainbow over the gloomy clouds
of your existence, for no pleasure you can take
from the complete negation of the truth.
A despondent lake of anhedonism,
totally drowned where for centuries died
the insignificant mass of rotten princesses,
under a bottom of useless thoughts.
