i’m walking the streets with half-closed eyes
so i can see the emaciated masks
of my friends of misery
but the people are all strangers
and i no longer dare look anyone in the face

vampire – butterflies are haunting the nights
grotesque buffoons are teaching by force
how to breathe the air full of ghosts

i’m passing from one limbo to another
followed only by the echo of my footsteps
thus creating the illusion of movement

crushed by my self-importance
i’m the god of indifference
hiding in an overcrowded necropolis

empty of thirst desire dreams pleasure sorrow
how can i fill this jagged vessel of myself?