Summer time, autumn inside…

Ascent of the Blessed. - Hieronymus Bosch

That sun can shine if he wants to

I will never let him burn my skin

Darken my pale spine

I am no lover of the warm caress

Of the benevolent blaze

He who is the one we should thank

For our lives

Is the one I blame 

For the pain we're living in

And the persistant distress of that inexorable death

Those birds can sing all day day if they want to

My ears will not ear their lovesongs

My heart will never grant them

A thrill of joy or happiness

I can't enjoy the simple things

Symbols of the absurdity

Which is the cement of our lives

You can take my hand if you want to

But never think my heart is pure

My mind's broken

My soul's rotten

As the bark of those fallen trees

Victims of september

Loudly expiring in october

Doomed to suffer forever.

If the sun can make you smile

All I ever think about

Is where my shades are left

Shadows, sunburns as the echoes

Of my vibrant hate for your ego

Don't you ever try to reach me again

I am gone as june

But don't wait a year for me 

I am never coming back

Not this time

Count the leaves left on the dead tree

This is how much I love you

Count the worms, count the worms

Crawling in the guts 

Of all the carrions in the world

This is how much I despise

Being locked

Being fucked

Trapped in a body

Condemned to disapear