trying to say goodbye

This feeling resembles a red-hot iron rod
Straightening and voiding my lungs, impaling my throat,
There’s no air for me anymore and it feels like forever
The sword empales my robust diaphragm,
Which forgot how to shorten
And I can’t meditate no matter how hard I endeavour

But I’m proclaiming not to choose some kind of self-annihilation
Unhelpful and ridiculous it would be if I’ve picked this aggravation
Yet I’m a maniac and I need a special stimulation, without outstanding types of tools
That’s why my brain works for now just as bubbling rooster in his village.. (of fools)

I have no energy for hating and really need to have some rest
The piece, and love, and co-creating are my perpetual weapons, they’re the best
So here, below, I’ll have no limits in saying what I feel for her,
Of course it’s more some of my demons,
But I won’t hide them anymore

Goodbuy, oh goddamned heartless, (or even heart-corrupt) self-centred wretched princess,
Know that you’re a fair pall in my ingenious and shifty mind, the weakest of the whole range of my ideas (and principles)
I wish you to get better and to curl your toes in someone else’s bed
(Sorry, I had to mention this tiny and timid fact)

And now I feel so much better to battle you in the way which is simple
All I wanted to say is adieu, oh affordable lunch box, any port in a storm, now a dimple
On my glittering and happy face. I even wish that
In some way I could embrace (not you, of course) the knowledge why are men so tasteless (helpless in this)
However, maybe it’s all about their testis

Alright, bye-bye and ciao. Au revoir and cheers.
I hope you’ll learn just something from just your own mistreats.