Of Lunar Water...

As you disregard your faith
Within my alienated being,
Breathe me in extreme and conflicting visions.
Horrors you dress as being the worst disease of all!
Judged by looking-glasses, you take me as a burden.
And for my mirth you spurn me...
Submerged in the salt of a colourless sea
As vast as my nausea and myself.
I journey to the island
Which screams and laughs as a mirage,
Where you enclose and don't see me. Free...
Hence, my sky has no limit.
The look's lunar water
Closed and united!
Converting cold tile in transcendent and modern chains,
I see you vanished in the lie's oblivion I've never shared.
The electric obsession you embraced
As if it was a rupture in memories...
With no remnant of that inconceivable vice,
Freely confined to a thousand sheens.
...A crystal rhythm into I do plunge.
Slow and chaste symphony that soothes me...