Drops of Purple

Drops, water falling continuously.
The rain falls from the roofs… and breaks the silence;
their fetid breath on me, is stranger for me.
Cold chains constrict and burn
my skin,
while the yellowish light from the street enters through the windows.
Everything around me is dark… (is a) gutter.
Nothing will be lost,
nothing… I keep telling
myself, inasmuch as I’ll be able to love and to be loved.
I feel nothing anymore pain and pleasure are entwined.
Drops… drops of purple blood,
sacred, powerful, scary
dispersion of my dark side.
The sound of the rain becomes
hammering again I can sense
her presence.
She’s standing on the doorstep,
satisfied by her lascivious and obedient little pet.
While the dull beat
of my heart goes
with infinity
Drops, water falling continuously.
Drops of water.