Gloomy scream

You know I left you in order to suffer less,

backed off from myself in order to stop suffering,

trying to find some lost pieces of happiness.

And I am no longer who I used to be.

My old self is death or lost in a haunted wood.

I guess you are the killer, maybe not...

I don't know if you killed him by a shot

or kept him without water, without food.

Crows are eating all my death soul,

worms are consuming all my last hopes,

vanishing all my memories.

Put a cross right here,

next to this funereal hole

and seal it well so no one can hear

if I scream.

Chico Freitas