Dirty window

The tower

just one hight open window

broken and soiled by my breath

waiting for an apparition
invited by a ghost to sit down
~so i sit, and i listen~

no one words is spelled
by my mouth, trembling
~in  fear~

what do you want to say?
and the Ghost speak
~your heart so worn~ dusty by the time~
as if it was a thing, not a living beat

~your eyes in this place~ so dirty~
as if it was shattered window, not a living eyes

you must to pay…
Oh! you have  to pay…

~wrapped in silence , your soul~
dressing in rags , your body

~by  embrace the lie~

you must to pay…
Oh! you have  to pay…

~i come for you
because you are dead anyway

~my disdain is now~ complete~

i ran through the window
trying to break out the spell,
i drew quickly  hearts~ damp ~by my breath

i know, i know
a mere breath not a mere love

i know have no purpose
but still i do
a heart in a shattering glass

and….

jump…..

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