I made a decision so many years ago, even before thinking that I might could find you again; I decide that I wasn't destined for sentimental side of things, But if I ever did let myself fall to the end for someone, certainly it would be a demon like you, the only one that I been looking for since then
I don’t remember have been followed by no one, but what I do remember it's the chasing of you tracks that constantly shifting while you move, I been guided by the essence that remains on the path when you walk across them
I feel grateful because this hunting taking me to unknown places where I never thought to be in different situations, I still seeing you far away in the distance, I can see you lips moving, but I can’t hear what you saying
Even though I keep taking steps forward and never backwards, do you can see me starving at the distance?, maybe it's time to come closer to see what my eyes have to say
I don’t have a temporal shelter, I never stay too much time in the same place, not till now; all I know is that you got the keys of what I like to call as my Home, and I’m trying to find my place in it for me
I’m seeking you, I can’t stay still, I will reach you and we will share the nights that already are waiting for us
Can you hear the sound of my claws coming close to your door?
It's me; I came from so far just for you.
jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009
One of a Kind | Chapter X
-When it comes to a breaking point, I don’t have one, not now, not tomorrow…never, I won’t be broken, I can’t be broken, there’s something about me that it makes me deal with the pain and sorrow better then anyone, It’s the basic instinct to survive and resist, to struggle against the shadows who try to keep me locked
Don’t you try to subdue my soul, it’s not necessary, no one has been able to do it, although it’s not a challenge…It never will be, it’s just the way it is, but when I feel surrounded by the strings that every one try to wrap around my neck I disappear leaving no trace behind me; I don't walk away, and certainly I never scape, I just let the fire that lives inside me quench and when that happen I ceased to exist
The search it’s not about for absolutions, redemptions or even forgiveness , It’s about to find the better way to walk in the same path, I have so many lives to share with, so many dreams to make them real, I had enough nights without the light of your moon, as to keep collecting more
There are some days when I feel that I’m still walking trough the darkest fields, full’s of half covered tombs, and I wondering in every step I take if they’ll be there when I come back; Those oldest fears and hesitations which denies to rest, I been fight against them since when I found you lost, just like me
In this Hell live the warriors and there’s no room for the weakness of the saints, this isn’t should be a fight for control, to see which of us deserve to take the throne, this is our home, our dream and our hopes, we are the owners of what we decide, of what we deserve; I’m not going to drag you, and I’m not gonna let me be dragged, this is what we are been waiting for
Take a look in this side of the mirror and you’ll see that you have me in the same way as I always just dream to have you; we are one from now on, finally the lost ones found his way to get home.
Don’t you try to subdue my soul, it’s not necessary, no one has been able to do it, although it’s not a challenge…It never will be, it’s just the way it is, but when I feel surrounded by the strings that every one try to wrap around my neck I disappear leaving no trace behind me; I don't walk away, and certainly I never scape, I just let the fire that lives inside me quench and when that happen I ceased to exist
The search it’s not about for absolutions, redemptions or even forgiveness , It’s about to find the better way to walk in the same path, I have so many lives to share with, so many dreams to make them real, I had enough nights without the light of your moon, as to keep collecting more
There are some days when I feel that I’m still walking trough the darkest fields, full’s of half covered tombs, and I wondering in every step I take if they’ll be there when I come back; Those oldest fears and hesitations which denies to rest, I been fight against them since when I found you lost, just like me
In this Hell live the warriors and there’s no room for the weakness of the saints, this isn’t should be a fight for control, to see which of us deserve to take the throne, this is our home, our dream and our hopes, we are the owners of what we decide, of what we deserve; I’m not going to drag you, and I’m not gonna let me be dragged, this is what we are been waiting for
Take a look in this side of the mirror and you’ll see that you have me in the same way as I always just dream to have you; we are one from now on, finally the lost ones found his way to get home.
lunes, 30 de marzo de 2009
Refuse and Resist | Chapter XV
Has been a long journey since I decided to retreat, when I walk away from that place with the remaining flesh beneath my claws to survive to the long winter ahead, I left that kingdom for one only reason, the new order who arrives with the self called King without a owned crown
In my quest to find another place to be what I am I meet up with someone who feeds me and takes care from me, someone how was lost like me, she was running away like me, but she follow my tracks without questions, without knowing where I go, maybe that’s why she still right by my side, waiting…just like I do
Suddenly, someone comes to me to tell me what I think I was waiting to heard; he couldn’t survive, he died on the battlefield the night before I walk, even though the Queen denies to let them go and fall sleep every night with his ashes on his arms, I still can see a few tears falling from his eyes
I feel like I’m waiting for a command, maybe to retreat or attack with the regrets and the complains of that decisions, I’m tied, contained, ruled by the restrictions while the kingdom is rebuild, pushed by the memories that remains, I still seeing the last letters of that name hanging from his lips tainted with someone else’s blood
Patient it’s not one of my better virtues, I know I can wait for anything but not for her, I must be quiet and serene, she will let them rest some day; however I survive with the few drops of life that she gives me from his lips, I drink of his soul every time that she consider appropriately
I’m back commanding the legions trough the shadows, running blind with the heart on one hand and the hope in the other, waiting for a better tomorrow, waiting for the full moon, someday the howls will be heard high and loud again, someday the gates will back to be opened, someday will conquer again the night; in the mean while I refuse and resist, but most of all…I wait.
In my quest to find another place to be what I am I meet up with someone who feeds me and takes care from me, someone how was lost like me, she was running away like me, but she follow my tracks without questions, without knowing where I go, maybe that’s why she still right by my side, waiting…just like I do
Suddenly, someone comes to me to tell me what I think I was waiting to heard; he couldn’t survive, he died on the battlefield the night before I walk, even though the Queen denies to let them go and fall sleep every night with his ashes on his arms, I still can see a few tears falling from his eyes
I feel like I’m waiting for a command, maybe to retreat or attack with the regrets and the complains of that decisions, I’m tied, contained, ruled by the restrictions while the kingdom is rebuild, pushed by the memories that remains, I still seeing the last letters of that name hanging from his lips tainted with someone else’s blood
Patient it’s not one of my better virtues, I know I can wait for anything but not for her, I must be quiet and serene, she will let them rest some day; however I survive with the few drops of life that she gives me from his lips, I drink of his soul every time that she consider appropriately
I’m back commanding the legions trough the shadows, running blind with the heart on one hand and the hope in the other, waiting for a better tomorrow, waiting for the full moon, someday the howls will be heard high and loud again, someday the gates will back to be opened, someday will conquer again the night; in the mean while I refuse and resist, but most of all…I wait.
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