I no longer showed grief but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day

Now I'm carrying the cross and all I feel is shame

It's the true and pathetic image of superhuman effort that draws strength from weakness

The incarnation of Sisyphus, the dramatic spectacle of the man who wants and cannot

In the absence of future, the past become irrelevant

and so, on the last day on earth, we could finally be present in the moment

I want no peace

I want no peace, just sustain the impulse

An empty body in a full room

Hate stacks in bricks to the sky, blocking the sight of the arch I dreamt

Dying, killing, beasts and martyrs all at once

I no longer showed grief, but I carried it with me, well-kept inside in case I missed it one day

Now I'm carrying the cross and all I feel is shame