River of Life

Wash my sins in the river of life. Hunters of Death seek to capture my soul, bounty hunters search my body in the deepest zones of the river, the holes of the washed away tears. In the city of the memories, love is the image in the mirror when you're wild in life. Called a rebel for those who take the life of the saints to achieve nothing more than an illusion.The liberty of souls can take away our dreams to neverland, torture our hopes until we are nothing more than a broken mirror laying in the sand, waiting for the rain. The river continues to the end of the world.
Saved my soul from certain doom, but continue I will not for the road is too long and hard, my legs are weak and my blood thirst is growing. The sun burns my skin and my own shadow is running away from me, fearing for my sake and for it's existence. To the end of the world I follow my own ideas, my own rules and my will to die. Such a fool I've been ever since I've seen the shadows of terror and nightmares, the will to be stronger and something more than a simple human. But this life's commitment as brought me to the knees, staring at the feet of someone else that I'm still hoping to find. Certain death awaits me in the river of life.
Held my head up high for so long but couldn't see the Hell beside me. I've been so blind for so long that I couldn't see the efforts that my soul as made to free itself from this prison to which we call body. I ignored all the pain and anger inside me and now it's all just coming out, making others suffer for no reason. No one to blame. Nothing more to hope or wait except for the Apocalypse to take us all to that special place that we belong. May Death come and take us away to where we want to go, where the never-ending site fills our hearts. Because you seek joy and eternal life, I look for an exit from my fate. May the river of life guide me.
Let me be your guide, let me conquer your hearts, let me take your souls, let me dive you into the river of life once again, to re-exist, to re-fill the world of pain until the sun explodes.

Make me feel

What if I told you I want so desperately to die that I could stand alone in the light of die, burning my flesh and bones to the core and realising my soul to the unknown future and to the void of the Universe? Would you comfort me? Would you kill me? Would you leave me behind because you just can't get anymore of my self pity lamentations, just to feel that someone cares? I can't forget the pain that I left behind, I can't forget the one's from my childhood and my horrifying nightmares that scared my brain. I can't see nothing at all besides the shadows of my dreams, consuming me, eating me and letting my soul to the nothings of my former self.
Because I'm so tired of being here sited, doing nothing at all besides the usual boring things, the things that make me want to kill myself. Take me to that special place that you call life. Bring to me the pleasures of Heaven, the Angelical sounds that fill my hears replacing the sounds of Hell. Let me enjoy the Heavy Metal band playing while I slowly die without no one around me knowing or even caring. Let me lay on the floor while the blood that stains my shirt continues to the ground, making you jump.
Make me bleed. Make me feel sorrow, make me feel happy, simply make me feel. I live trough the pain, solitude and death inside. I feel nothing more now than the feeling of self love. Make me feel.

Marinheiro

Navegando pelos mares,
Acima do mundo,
Procurando uma mudança de ares,
Mas procurando demasiado fundo.

Come um fruto,
Não te engasgas,
Fica sabendo que tens um fungo,
E que vais ser comido por larvas.

Lado mais negro da vida,
Onde a luz não entra,
Não encontrarás saída,
Senão de morrer de lepra.

Corroído por medo,
Atraído para o lado negro,
Nada mais vendo,
Nada mais querendo,
Que ser levado pelo vento.

Destino lido,
Morte sentenciada,
Tal como já dito,
Morrerás na água.

Alegra-te uma última vez,
Pois o teu destino,
Saltará do convés,
Após afastado ter sido.

Belong

Fly away, little dragon, to the place that you belong. Fly over the ocean, with the wind in your face, making you cry. Say that you want to stay, even knowing that the war is coming, the times of happiness and freedom are dyeing and the place that you belong is not here. You belong to that special place that you like to call home, the land of the free and brave, the speakers of truth. Never regarding the past on your back, the problems that you left behind but that are still heavy in your shoulders, don't look back in sorrow, don't cry for help for there is no salvation to the doom in my land. The past is now memories of your childhood.
Tell yourself, in your mind, that the land is blue and green, that is vast and awaiting for you to discover it, to take it as your own, to be a part of you. Never mind the void that you feel inside and that is taking over your soul, from head to the end of your tail. Kick out the bad things of you mind, get rid of those thoughts of vengeance and hate and let the sun shine upon your scales, making them glow more that the sun reflection in the water. Wash away the tears to know that you've moved on to the place that you belong.
In times of war and death, when hunger kills and people go insane, I know my place, I know my fate, I know I'm different, stronger, the leader of all of this. I'm the reason of all the fights, all the sadness and happiness, tears of sadness or joy. Life or eternal suffer, whatever is to come, I know that my future as realized all the pranks, all the jokes and twists that it could and now there is nothing more to wait, nothing more to hope that a day where you'll know where to belong is soon and alive. I sit and wait the coming of my executioner, the taker of immortal souls to the ground of Valhalla. Because I'm destined to be the god of gods, the mad man that controls all and lives of the souls taken by him. Your time is soon to come.