The Visitor

I don’t feel myself tonight.

I woke up on this street

full of dead, muddy bodies

on which I’m probably de next one,

and I’m just laughing,

waiting for Death to reach me

and fight

while I’m strong enough to defeat her

and then…

and then… again nothing.

I don’t feel the same as I used to be

and I am so upset

with this clumsy face

that I can’t hardly recognize me

on the liquid mirrors…

But here it comes,

now I can look on the eyes at the faceless killer

and it is for real

I’m the first on her list to die.

I don’t feel myself tonight

And it’s just because

I have already lost

every single pound of humanity

that stopped me

of being

free…