Infinity

The dead soul of a fainted hope. Steal ruler on the petals of darkened flowers. Haunt the catacombs of a gobbled up castle. Grave in the well of an infinite space. Re-appears haughty in the reflection of a tarnished brightness. Spining on the arms of a cleared shroud. Causing eddies, wave inaboutis. Of a body getting up towards a dazzled sun. Before falling again into the mud buried. On your face pearl rainy tears. I hear in trees the wind which shivers. On us wind the night fears. We go towards the buried cemetery. Where the dead soul of a fainted hope rests. It accompanies us, unites us. Dressed in the rags of our boredom. Deep, caustic, mindless. I believe, I want for us the infinity. Roam on the bruised moors. Assail the jungles of our ill-feelings. With love for therapy. It has go of our survival there. This strength which spatters. With the violence of a symphony. We shall sit. In front of a grave in the stunted herbs. Where slumbers the dead soul of a fainted hope. Sensitive, fusional, numb. She reminds me this infinity. Where the faded rose petals fall as a last oversight.