Sick
Very ill
Of crushed soul
Distorted spirit
All Dreams
Picture Shredders
Screams
Sick
Dark sickness
That cancels the body
Cadaveric smiles
Embracing your dead
Asking for forgiveness
A disease that does not spread
That suffocates
Lips purplish
Frosted eyes
Almost unconscious
No one will greet you on the other side.
Caged in one's own body
Febrile
Sick
In the wake of time lost
Now wander between dimensions
Lost,
Walks treading on clouds
Singing songs you've never heard
Your injured feet are joy
She picks psychedelic flowers that exude poison
Crossed the veil of reality
There are no more masks now
They just smile in anguish.
Sick
From a shadow that welcomed her
It will disappear without marks or memories.
Crazy.

She wants to die
She wants the pain
loneliness
In her hand...the knife
Color red
Not enough to pass
Blood on the floor
Waiting the moment
When her will be close
Forever...like a dream
She will smile
A sad smile
No tears
No one to see her
A shadow in this place
She wants to die
No love in her fucking life
No one to say goodbye
Almost done
Last thought to him
Last whisper in shame
Hell
Fear
Clouds in the eyes
Trying to get back
No way
.......................

Passou a vida esperando o amor
que nunca veio.
Sempre perdida em ilusões,
em esperanças que a evitavam.
Em momentos de sonho,
um dia..dois talvez,
até mesmo uma terceira oportunidade.
Mas depois sempre só.
Tão assustadora,
tão frágil na verdade.
Aquela boca, aquele corpo,
ela desejou, possuiu e depois....
O vazio...mais uma vez....
Passou a sentir ridícula
Estúpida até.
Ela não vai pedir, nem procurar,
irá manter o desejo.
Deve morrer sozinha.
Não merecedora de um segundo olhar.
Deve partir e esquecer.
Talvez em terras distantes ela possa viver em silêncio eterno,
talvez se torne invisível de fato,
sabendo que as pedras tem mais valor.
Que sua ausência não causa dor.
Nem saudade.
Talvez em terras frias ela se torne gelo
e não precise mais esperar pelo calor.
Talvez ela finja que não se importou
que aquilo não foi nada.
Talvez ela possa se manter sorridente
E louca para sempre.

LONG GONE DAY

The guy passing by asked for a cigarette,

no way.

Short skirt, shuffling in slippers

Creepers,

The smoke of the cigarette, the horns, the sings

Vulgar, she did not even care,

She walked, numb, with the music that screamed

In his ears, words that hurt,

Wanted to keep it that way, maybe at night she would

Cut off, get drugs, maybe.

She no longer expected the man,

Words seduced, lost with the

Speed of lightning, dangerous toys.

Knives were safer than a poem, an

Blue-eyed poem, a play without

relevance.

She forgot, it did not matter anymore, nor were they

More blues.

His hand trembled with ember, waiting for the

Wind went off.

He showed his finger to the driver of the truck.

Another!

Screw this crap.

The bridge was near, the running river called

For the jump, she felt stomach pain at the thought,

He would sit there, he would jump there, he would wait.