Black Tinted Glasses

Por Zaiza Souza Vaccarezza Miranda

I can't explain

what comes over me while living

I just break

and tears keep rolling down my face

the strangest feeling

like a spear being planted on my back

the tears feel like the driest liquid

my body shriveling up as they fall down

intangible pain roars through my veins

it feels like I’m being ripped to shreds

but nothing is happening

as I cry and look around

nothing

absolutely nothing is happening

my boring as life is not that bad

not good, not bad

just nothingness

the silence of my screaming mind

the calmness of my acid blood

slowly dying from

burning through my hopes and dreams

the itch that never calms

the eyes that never seem to close

silence has never been so deafening

holding back my quiet screams

shredded through my bones

aimlessly wandering the land of the living

waiting for sweet release