Épocalipsis

Days are dying, centuries too
Another millennium fades away
But in my chest, it stays the same
The void of loneliness
Draws a circular vice

Zones of nothingness, violent
Forks in the road are lurking
I’m looking for a personal shortcut
To survive the hurricane
Some projects for a song

Apocalypse in my intimacy
Apocalypse, crystal night
Apocalypse

Leaves whispers in its wake
Vibrating on the tuning fork
Maxi versions of Muzak

With senses on high alert
The nightmare pulls away
With senses
The nightmare