Your shadows

In you, deadened, coiling itself hidden. In the meanders of your last years to dodge it. Hidden in this major zone. Where sometimes you dark. Safe from your conscience. Dividing your life in two for that which balances. Between the white and the black. Nourishing itself late the evening. Crumbs of joy that your sorrow manufactured. Forgetting happiness for misfortune. To lose its reference marks. For this bitter sweetened taste. Who gives to the skeleton of your thought.  Who lives to you, posing on your fixed face. The icy glance of your perversity. I fear to meet her. Having crossed. With the one day turning bad. Where you sank. Without you to give an account which you took the way of your catacombs. Last front door the tomb. Open coffin releasing the stinking air of this remote region. Pollutant your heart dressed with the colors in your rancour. Against all and the world. Beyond your fears. Seeking to make up your spite in round forms. Administering chloroform to your brittleness.  For better misleading, rooking, to usurp an identity. Of a being equipped with weakness. Losing itself in the labyrinth of its contradictions. Who little by little subside. Under the cruel weight. Inaction. Active share of this remote region which becomes to him natural. Released in freedom to sow the bad one. Who in me opens the wings. Of these demons which doze. That I believed controlled. But that you bewitch. By drawing the string. Grid closing their prison. I tremble with the idea of their release.