Helical Stalemate

"Mente a forma d'elica
 Consolami
 Visione Univoca
 Orienta me"
 Without forces, stay like amoeba
 Overloaded particles quiver
 They turn, according to wavy pattern
 I perceive to be the second here
 Rain down on us, pitch drops on the ground
 Black avalanche on my empty head
 Four empty walls
 If the cure is silence
 If the cure is resignation
 If the end is only salvation
 I slip in a helicoidal stalemate
 Now I'm living on light squares, one by one
 My thoughts drop down in this place
 Moving in a compressed space, white rooks at my side
 Oblique gaits were the needs
 Barely hearing, delicate and suffused
 Barely feeling interferences that stab on me
 Barely hearing, my voice was silence
 Unpredictable, the shape of wonder and despair
 It's all me now, for your emptiness that pulls me under
 Under again
 If the cure is silence
 If the cure is resignation
 If the end is only salvation
 I slip in a helicoidal stalemate
 It's the same fall, it's the usual form
 It's the same fall, it's the usual form