A never told, inner story of myself.
For my darkest trip in my mind’s open sea.
Watery nights, with ropes and sails and creatures.
Creatures of the “everything” and “nothing”.
From the Spanish shores to the Greek islands.
One of the most terrifying seas of the known world.
With invulnerable pirates who fear the night.
Because the night always bring out the inner world.
I left a life behind me, for i had to feed my needs.
An anxious spirit, among a lazy pair of eyes.
I knew that i would never return.
But i walked ahead i did not care…
And the trip had begun through the deep waters.
Without fear i stood on the wooden prow.
As the wildly waves had crashed onto the vessel.
And me, a pale sailor, crossing the sea.
And on the first night i saw the creatures of the sky.
Flying around me, like shadows, bloodthirsty but fair.
Τhey had been waiting for my failure.
The disastrous moment of my life.
And on the second night i was there upright.
Fighting my thoughts, my waverings, my fears.
And the creatures of the land had come for me.
And swallowed the thoughts, and ate the fears.
And the waters became deeper and unworldly.
And the sky turned black.
On the third night i met myself.
And the creatures of the abyss,
grabbed me to the bottom. And i am dead.
I am dead. I am dead. I am dead.