The one thousand roads

One result is being the number nobody
the one thousand roads that lead to hell
are the one thousand languages I don’t speak well.
Not to be is more that be nobody, be nothing.
True meaning of my heart is lost
and confusion depicted my tongue.
Not guided by light shadows eat the surface
in my soul and my mind is a collapsing building
give to the animals in this one thousand roads hell
journey. Definition of love is broke and time belongs
to timeless touches while the faith is burn in melting
lust and fake women bodies images.
Not a single bird is here, neither the red cardinal
or the black crow, neither the eagle or the seahawk,
just the memories given to me by my trees brothers
and not the flesh I touch as a punishment for walk the hell.
The one thousand roads I follow are just the chaos and the ruin
to fulfill the ascending path in the suffering mountain
to know if one day I could get out and fine the unique true path:
the light path to rise again and surface the heaven.