Thorns

God - why did you punish me
to measure the time Present?!
I feel something creepy cross ahead
that maintains my attention rigid

Your piece of body is hurting mine
and Space smothers me bit by bit...
I'm not capable of sensing, down into my legs,
the killing hoarfrost brought by oblivion

And, God, I ask you ...
why hostility?
I'd like to fade away my presence
as the army from the citadel does

Your iceberg tranquillity executes me slowly
in a war without winners and losers

My destiny is a hunch of Time...