Your Mortal Sleep

Tom! Your mortal sleep

has neither beginning nor end.

Your soul, created in pain,

needs the light

that was extinguished many years ago.

The body, incredibly lonely,

is saturated with bitter melancholy.

Tom, you needed freedom,

but all you got were

a few sleepless tears,

a few words that made you

lose your mind.

The distance that presses

the abandoned heart

is just a delusion that your screams

cannot overcome.

You touch illusions

with sensitive fingers and bring

the bleeding sky to your lips.

Tom, why did you leave paradise

to plunge into the depths

of loneliness?

Why did your soul

hide on the other side of

the world so that you would

understand that it is not enough

to dream to love?

Even though you are,

your heart is already sold

to innocent blood.

Tom... Your words lack the light

you were looking for

in the embrace of the night sky.

Thoughts dried up,

abandoned halfway.