I Want to Find the Door

I crossed an impassive line

between life and freedom.

My green soul finally got rid of

the weight of the holy sky.

I want to find a door

that will lead me to the waiting room

in paradise.

My silence seeks its beginning,

my cry pleads for a resurrection.

Before you poison yourself

with your own breath,

paint a portrait of hope

on the wall.

Loneliness is forbidden from

entering the future.

Show me your tears

and I will tell you the story

of your fear.

Stop simulating that the morning

looks good in the dying stars.

God had his name day yesterday.

Masked pain is the antidote

to the void that has ripped apart

a stained heart.