Dust - Process of Guilt

Life’s austerity, of failures that will come and fade

(The harshness of) breathing a cycle’s rebirth

With no end nor beginning

Like a circle of life and death

(Achievements) made of light and misery

Of joy and pain

Of you and me

And still the pain is always the same

Like a circle of life and death

Words like dust, dust like blood

Dust like blood and blood like death

Words like death, death like blood

Your blood

The blood is always the same

Always mine, my blood

An image’s sterility, one moment without regret

Carved in time, in myself

(The harshness of) breathing

A cycle’s rebirth, with no end nor beginning

Like a circle…

A dead circle