Cemetery for souls

                    'Snow was turned the world into a cemetery

                     But the world already was a cemetery

                     and the snow was only come to announce it.'
                                  -Roberto Juarroz, from Ninth Vertical Poetry

Sweet death.

While I keep going i will always have pain in my ashes, going to anything, in my obsession about death and Hell. Leave me to die, leave me to know the pain of blood and the sweet kiss of the death.

And when my brain, completed of cancer, will die: let me to know the truth. Let me to know your ashes, and your travel to anything. I will be there, to help you to understand as nightmares exist in us.