I'm the voice for those who failed in life. For all souls so betrayed that when you look into their eyes, you can still see the broken child. I am the crack in your face. I am the silenced syllables on your lips. I am hope that whispers like smoke disappearing into the night. I am a soundless sound. I am your vulnerability, your disgrace. There. Now gone. But I was so broken I let in an eternity of light. Eyes shining so bright, light turned to smoke, smoke to fire, flames so wild they lit your way. I am the word that left your lips. I am the tremble, I am the vibration. I am here. I am broken, and I shine.

What is the price of my sleep? I saw Christ’s bed on the dirty side of the street he was sleeping deeply he was beautiful and then, I asked myself what is the price of my sleep? Empty space missing bodies drinking slowly shadows, foggy. What is the price of your freedom? Child after child place after place bin after bin indifference after indifference face after face. When you rush to work, when you hurry because there isn’t time to really see the crowd, the disgusted crowd, what is the price of your sleep? What is the price of my sleep? My land is buried beneath millions of corpses softly dead dreams, what is the price of your silence when you turn your head away so you don’t let misery touch you? What is the price of your sleep? What is the price of my sleep? It’s time to sleep! Do you want to sleep? It’s time to sleep! Do I have to pay? It’s time to sleep!

Chew my eyes I have a voice broken into a thousand pieces. I cannot be the megaphone that sleeping ears would want me to be. Between the experts’ vomit, those who say “so be it,” and those who whisper to me with anticipated disaster, a furious goodbye. But the way I see it, from the most distant point of God’s view, there are gazes of love to protect with all my strength, a single possibility: I too want to live.

Tremendous are the days when everything seems to deny our only chance to survive. Dehumanizing myself to be efficient, to be happy above all, even if/when part of me dies at my side. I continue racing 'cause this is what the human race does. I rest, risking getting lost. Don't be lazy, run. Run 'til you're not the one. Or the one. I'm the one, only the one nobody else can be. I am the human potential, the disgrace within your plastic world, fanatic narcissism, ego machismo. Blame me 'til I'm not the one, crucify me when your eyes are blind, your mind completely empty.