DEADLOCK

I can´t.I´m not.I ´m dead.I´m the loneliest person in the world.I can´t see,I will never be able to speak,I´m closed.It falls,it falls.Everything falls,future,past,present,rain,thunder,people,bodies,rain,death,everything.I must be aware that I´m a corpse,the limit to it all.The door outside the window claims for the hardest lock,to finish the story.I don´t ask for anything.I don´t want you to take me to any place,even if it´s paradise and you´re a god.I couldn´t recognize such luxuries.And I don´t want.
That´s my story.My own story.My own true story.The emptiness.And,above all,death.
None could see I was a delicate puppet,shiny blue dressed up.Not purchasable.White porcelain and ivory masked.And organically orchestred by countless feelings.The world could not approach me.It was not to be like that,it was to be like I wanted to and I don´t want anymore.But,finnally,nevertheless,take me through the dark,take me through the wind,shout me all these words of hate you can never leave behind and kill me to death,give me the major satisfaction of all times,and then, love me.