The Last Breath

Roaming the snow-covered plains, the craving soul longs after its life

When every sense of existence is swept away by a howling wind,

It's time to face one's true destiny

Where am I?!

My legs are failing, my designs are crushed!

The foundation on which I built my life,

My certainties, my securities,

Everything escapes and dissolves,

Like snow blown away by a winter storm

For a few days now I wander these deserted spaces,

Looking for the one I believed I was

But the more I look into myself

The more I find myself faced with a staggering void

I want to enumerate everything I am able to do

All the knowledge I stored

But my voice is just a gasp

The snow has concealed the traces of my feet

Lost in the middle of a blizzard

An empty shell cries its bewilderment

Nobody seems to pay attention to its desperation

He falls, with empty eyes and cheeks drenched in tears

I feel the cold snow on my face,

the only sign of my existence

What disillusion to realise,

that so many years have passed,

building an altar of invisible rocks

I held on tight onto a world that I defined myself

My life moved forward in my head

But today, I see that I am nothing