a step into fog.
red mist of bloody brains.
I swallow my tongue
and since now
I could have been forever young.
a thought rose suddenly, pierced my whole own one
and daggers slowly falling off
reached my feet.
I picked it up, one sharp one piece
of icy blades which filled me whole.
i stood at place
assuaging me
caressing me.
the only sound
that reached my ear
was pacifying whisper
my only one.
i took it all
with no more fear
and went all down
to silent ground.