El jardin de la luz

Breeze

clean my tears with your cold fingers

close my eyes and help me jump

help me fly away to places unknown

take your silver scissors and cut my cables

cut each and every wire that connects to my angry heart

cut away this cascade of hate, this anger I’m bathed in

break this mirror, I don’t want to look at it anymore

break this cursed mirror, and cut my flesh with its remains

I count to ten to evacuate my soul

from this decaying body

from this prison of flesh

I yell each number

liberation

hoping to get to one

when I get to one I disappear