Cursed Gargoyle

A single vision crosses my day the shadow of your wings reflected on the asphalt, black as my thoughts oh, cursed gargoyle you are my perfect company on these days when I feel so unveiled perhaps in your sepulchral gaze I will fade and have only you as a companion resting in my deepest self upon my final tombstone I feel dead and imprisoned by my confused feelings so fierce and obtuse will it be between your wings that I will finally find solace? Stare at me with that melancholy gaze, you cursed gargoyle, follow me wherever I go, hanging empty in the cold corner of this building, silently and inquisitively pursuing me, churning my restless soul, which no longer flees from pain, and sees me from within, while no one else can. Ah, mythological creature, break me into pieces, alleviate my suffering, because it's been a long time since I knew what it is to live in peace. I beg for death, because I didn't have much in life, and defeat me, even if it makes me feel victorious, of the little that is, no longer being.