Clutches of Freedom

Tom! I immerse myself in the shadow

cast by the flame of

your heart.

I enjoy silence that hums

in your words, in the soul

sentenced to life imprisonment.

The echo of the whisper

carries through an existence

that began at an inopportune time.

Tom, before you fall asleep again,

learn to look

without anyone knowing about it.

I know, Tom, that you don't admit

to this world.

I realize you want loneliness

to free you from clutches of freedom.

You despise the stars,

you renounce tears - do you understand

the difference between clarity

and indifference?

I give you my hand,

I want to show you the way

towards love.

However, you don't want to go back

to the very beginning of this journey.

You are in love

with the pain

that time has sent you.

You bow low to death, hiding

a pale conscience behind your back.

Tom, only you could love truly...