A Cleansing New Reign
Have you ever
Seen through the night?
Bitter eyes mired in the past…
Once shut too tight.
We all know illusions.
Mesmerized by a fool’s success.
Confusions condemn Intuition.
Gallows Hang every Epiphany.
Dead in the Certainty
All Sins are made to Confess.
I will no longer borrow permission
But to live, birth myself again...I must first
Clean up my holey self-made Mess.
-Cheers Lorenzo
Art by Tomasz Alen Kopera



Powerfully expressed, Lorenzo.