cast away

what is it to be like or how would it be?

to place yourself in an island.
to lock yourself in darkness
to leave the once sanity you have
to embrace darkness and solidarity
to be void and be lower than any animal
to dream death and be dead

where is the old mozart?

bursting blood within this heart
splattered against the wall
agony and despair echoes in silence
covered with the betrayal
humming along the corridors
of life and cold stillness
clown's laugh painting happiness
as an overture art to impress
and have life not be bothersome
stroking the brush and to form a masterpiece
using water as a paint under shady sun
adapting beliefs without a clear point
now the strokes are different
and doubting myself with good mistakes
and honest regrets.
and never again to trust a cross.