"oblivion"

"oblivion"

by paolo macariola

my heart is a sea of shadows

camouflaged in ice

my soul is in the abyss

i am in oblivion

i bleed now

as new wounds peek from old scars

you walk away from me

in the silence

of my own pain

i used to wish

that your heart is a sanctuary

where mine could strip off its armor

and reveal its true nakedness

but your words still

repeat itself hollowly inside my chest

my heart is a sea of shadows

waiting for oblivion

"confession of the innocent"

"confession of the innocent"

by paolo macariola

far into the darkness

sprawls a thousand corpses

rotting in its innocence

like wild flowers

i am a murderer

and tonight i shall kill again

in praise of the blind gods

in whose mercy lets murderers like me

wander unforgiven

to cut another wrist

to slit another throat

and to squeeze the life

out of another heart

clamoring for redemption

this is my conviction

there is blood in my hands

that could never seek forgiveness

so i dig another grave

into my own skin

to bury a hundred more corpses

to hear their last breath

and to forget

yes, to forget

how they used to be me

"underwater"

"underwater"

by paolo macariola

to dream of coming to surface

is to forget the waves

that has rippled

whispers of imprisonment

above our murky existence

hence we try

to imagine ourselves as stars

willingly trapped in the ocean sky

that falls into fireballs

after eternities

of aimless combustion

but we are no more than a constellation of two stones

you and i

so we forget the waves

and wish for sunlight

we come to surface

only to find ourselves

in some part of the world

where the sun never rises