Not so dark as my faith,
not so colorful as my mind,
we’re lost in life, awaiting to be

sending a message, digging a dig,
no sound it’s true in me, like that
whisper growing into deep

silence that hides furious screams,
unnatural shadow, under bleak
whales, melt into boiling streams

electric eels are frying my veins
like chains, entangling dreams,
no poison can make me free,

they show you their light, the
only right one, stupid fools
the abyss’s thousands times
brighter than their swanky souls.

(di Simone Antonello)