My farewell to poetry

My deception
As an electric chair
In a church
With saints of mud
I promised
Never to write verses again
Carving the walls of nothingness
I'm the only human being
That survived the creation


Nothing whips my flesh
Worse than art
The claws of time
Beating in my chest
As an hourglass-cathedral


Now my poetry
Became as sick as I am
We are both prisoners
Between the walls of tears
Of an asylum
Inner architecture
Building sacrifice