Feels like i'm getting rid of myself

She left my confidence

Her, my last inocence

the not so everlasting

spark of youth and spring

I've ever had

And, along with that

I lost myself

Where does it lay

My overwhelming thoughts

The trim things I used to say

Face-tagged with an austere countenance?

I'm slowly becoming

leaving, hand-unwrapping

into what I had feared the most,

the ones I misjudged the most

The lack of silence

slowly silences me

And, then, I become

into a nefarious being

It all just feels like

I'm getting rid of myself

Isn't it just an overexpectation ?

A mind misfortune, an oversensible

Sundering error or bad translation

or A blurred illusion of my own temple

I can't really tell by this far

No voice, no freedom, no me

My protruding yet only will is to surrender

So my soul can truly get apart

and then, ealier and earlier

The lack of silence

slowly silences me

And, then, I become

into a nefarious being

It all just feels like

I'm getting rid of myself