Below.

Within my conscious,
There is a quest.
It contains no words.
But the seek for inner rest.

There's chains around my wrists,
Been pulled to opposite sides.
My heart is the first to tear apart,
Afraid it will reveal what it wisely hides.

The colour of my skin is dark by dirt.
My face is tired and wet by tear.
Alone I hang in this empty lot.
Knowing that the end of me is near.

Location : Pelikaanstraat 15-23, 2018 Antwerpen,