Arising from the shadows,

Taking those words,

It’s like, screaming inside,

Like another wound,

For this chords, from this heart, maybe marooned.

Amused for an example,

My life isn’t so bad, you know?

I’m such and endless dreamer,

Alone, maybe?

Full of doubts, forged in sin.

Being disorderly it isn’t easy, you know?

Every morning I wake up,

And I look into sky, that drops are falling,

And every second I hear the clock’s ticking,

Nobody’s calling, screaming to give up.

Another day, another cloud,

coming from the ground

I’m whispering in the wind,

My sky is falling, tearing into pieces

Calling, they’re telling me, secrets of sin.

If you tell me, if you can’t wait

Just erase those memories,

Into pieces, I know you need that.

You know what I can do,

You know what I can make,

I’m only waiting that star,

That one who can enlight some paths,

One to break through,

One isn’t fake, one to be there, and at least, true.

Etiquetas: being, new, poetry, space, time