Hypnotized by blackness,
I cry mostly sadness,
My tears are fearless,
They crave emptiness,
Crawling through thoughts,
I chain my swim to a hole,
Where my head fought,
My deep black soul,
My heartbeat is a spiral,
That holds everything vital,
But my will gets little,
As my breath fiddles,
I confuse desire,
With lust of pleasure,
And if only fire,
Could burn the mirror,
My apocalyptic desire,
Cursed me as a liar,
I am to inspire,
The spiral’s wire…
Luc Laverdure