The Funeral Of My Soul | Chapter IV

-Last night was my last day has a human being,
It remains the basic characteristics of what I use to be,
But not a single, clear, identifiable emotion...

When everything seems to falling apart
I rather became some one else,
Some one how doesn’t care about anything,
Some one how takes all and give nothing,
A reaper if you want…
Cause I’ll never be the way I want,
This old ideal must change, evolve.

And in order to accept my new skin,
I shut my self inside
and try to don’t be able to feel,
I close the gates for anyone how wants to watch,
The freak show it’s over.

This is the funeral of my soul
And everyone is invited,
Come to se how my kingdom burns to ashes,
Come and take what ever you want,
I don’t need anything what’s inside.
And when my time arrive
I’ll be ready for built a new empire.

Catharsis | Chapter III

-I’m tired to be the only one who cares…
Tired of be the one who drinks all their pains and sorrows,
Lots of confusions and ghosts to fight,
I leave to much kindness and sweetness on my way…
For what?
It really matters?
I don’t think so…
Not at all…
Not in this life.

The Encounter | Chapter II

-!!Breath…I repeat to myself…!!Breath….once again

Something just pass trough me in the silent of the night…
I see that coming…But even though,
I just open my arms and enjoy the attack,
I see her face, just for a moment,
just for a glimpse in my eye.

I’m hurt so badly right now…
I forgot how that feels,
is so delicious…so intense…
I can barely move
but I need some more of that.

Ill be honest, I miss that feeling…
That scary and painful feeling, so full of love and desire.

Hit me,
Tie me,
Bite me,
Burn me,
Kiss me,
Set all my demons free,
Carve your name across my back,
You are free to do with me what ever you want.

And even if I easily could crush you in my arms without a fight,
I rather be the victim this time.

The First Night | Chapter I

-Someone or something has unlocked my chains,
that cage is no longer my home.
Now i walk again throug the shadows,
and the howls fill the silence of the night.

I’m your shelter, your secret hide,
you know you can always find
a safe place in my arms.

But I keep armouring myself
to avoid the deadly wounds of your words,
you are my poison and my only cure.

I’m a beast again,
and the time to kiss some wrists has arrived...