Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.
I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.
I bloom where I burn.


It is all going down but I want none of it.
To many times have I been pushed to the front of it.
It gets crazy inside my brain, and
I cannot begin to explain,
How it makes me feel insane.
Trying to stay grounded,
while being constantly hounded,
by this world.
So close to the edge of reality,
Imaginary.
All I want is peace and serenity,
to heal my heart and mind.
Lost.
Found.
I’m spirit bound.
Searching for that light,
to keep me safe and sound.