Impressions - Prion

Isolated buried in the depths of discouragement

I feel unable to make anything but except for

Letting my eyes wander numbly

I am alone, I am really so alone

That I can not even find myself into my solitude

How hard the fall has been this time!

Now and then, I am shielding myself

In ephemeral and intangible happiness

How hard the fall has been this turn!

When I awake, my reality now only perceives

Watercolors of rough and lonely landscapes for me

Each instant I plead not to wake up

Another following morning

And, sometimes, I have the feeling

That I won’t really be able to

Defeat the weariness of the night

I am a stray beast

In a strange and inconceivable world

I surrender myself to

The dark wings of death