My mood is like the weather

it changes with unexpected ways

creating a mosaic

based on the antithesis

of cold and warm colours

If you could read in my eyes

you would discover a shade of grey

when I smile

because even when (I am) collecting

moments of happiness

my mind descends in my shrine

to pray in front of the candle of life.

And its flesh parts are slowly melting

slipping down like white worms.

(The) walls around are decorated

with nailed butterflies.

Each one a happy thought,

pretty but old and lifeless.

The thirst for joy is never gratified

only grows as pain is interrupting

our wishes

and "help" us learn through analphabet

of scars.