Gloomy Saturday
Emerging from a deterritorialized soul
when incomplete thoughts fight with
the demons whispering in my ears
“The end in near, Kid!”
They go up to the ceiling of my numb existence
then deep down in my mind
chasing the soul
that wants to run away.
Gloomy Saturday
destroys the only piece of life
that’s left inside
letting the demons burn
the soul to ashes.
The Dark had won the battle
once upon a time,
in a Gloomy Saturday.
Alta's World 