Freedom is on it's way

Carry me away, into the deep blue sky, the orange horizon far ahead, the sun going down and burning everything in it's passage, letting the night come and my mother to reveal herself in the black sky, bringing light and hope to all the fools who dare to sleep and dream of a better day tomorrow. Make me remember the golden days of my youth so you find a way to torture me and let me find a way to keep this rage alive, this fire within burning. Because the past is that curse that you make me feel everyday when I think of you. Freedom is on my way.
Shinning glass trough the day that died in the epic fight of the sanity of the Devil and the desire that consumes thy soul. Making the stars glow in the middle of the day, bringing the Apocalypse into the Sun to destroy all Earth, moving at my will, sending the rays of destruction as I please, making the shadows pits of fire and the wind turned into ice. Sins killing all, lust in my head, innocence just another seed of all evil. Freedom conquers all.
Freedom is on it's way into never land...

Curses

Forgiveness for ell those words spoken in the truth of the night, that lies that we've told each other while the sense of justice was watching us, judging us, condemning us for all the hurt, all the pain that we would cause the world. But humanity has come to this path trough it's own choices, decisions well and badly made but never forgotten by those who still agree with them. Considering all those blind who've talked, who've walked and saw all the sins that were never made, never created to exist in our world but only to exist in the shadows of our dreams, converting into nightmares, tricks in our mind that we cannot control. It's all a lie, a secret passage into the unknown, a black hole in this Universe that is the mind of a creator that lives with us, not known to be our leader, annoyed with humanity for they are worshipping the wrong gods.
Who's the fool that seeks the true happiness when happiness is a state of mind, such as love, something created by our mind just to make us live a little more, destroying and creating all that pain, all that suffering that hunts me at night, in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my bed, the shadows that I see in the walls, the music that brakes up the silence, the own sin that I am, this error human that cripples this world into infinity and takes his charge in the way of a sacrifice for all this unworthy and undeserving humanity. Sanity has left this world, remember when we were nothing more than animals, idiots but habitants, followers of this higher power, this balance that was essential to keep the world alive. Now we live with this curse. And you're mine. Every damn day and every damn night I think of you. Damn you. Why won't you die in my head too like you did in this day.

Mirror reflection - part II

Sorry by the thoughts and words said in my mind directed to you. Surely words that you'll never hear but that will always exist, an echo in your mind, sanity's ending and life fading, slowly. Give up from your convections, your suicidal intentions, your ideas of sins in the humanity's mind, correct by the few, taken by the majority of losses. Have you forgot me as I forgot you once upon in the middle of time? Are you that rock that I'm on my way to crush against? Or are just that stop sign that I refuse to grab due to my bloody pride? Doesn't matter now. You've been too far too long. You've died to me, the love that I once had for you has frozen and drowned in the mirror water. Away you go, get far from my dreams, be my nightmare, steal my soul, be the unexposed truth that will bring the Apocalypse onto this man. Surrounded by the monster of Hell and the Angels of Heaven, what are you waiting for to take my numb less body into the blazing fires of Hell, the pools of steam and heat that torture a thousand and more souls, condemned surely by your thoughts, tried to get your attention, tried to steal your mind to theirs, touch your soul with an hand of blood, another of pain. You brought nothing more than the memories of the undead that have passed trough this Earth, the gateway to nothing, voids created by your head. Why do you keep coming back, destroying my life, bringing down my soul, consuming my blood, letting me down in every aspects of life and love. That love that you once had and then thrown away into the blue sea. Why do you insist in thinking that you're in pain when all you do is sitting alone in your bedroom crying? Forgot me? Remember has I once remembered you, forgot me when I need you, now you're back, what am I supposed to do? Would I take back all my angered words just to see a smile on you? Would you do the same for me? Doesn't matter, you've lost me has I once thought that I had lost you. You carry you life trough the pain and misery of others, you steal and crush hearts without feeling the pity or love that a human is supposed to feel. And yes, once I said I'd loved you, foolish I was for the feeling that you want and feel for me doesn't exist. It's a state of mind that makes you feel better at night, it's that fake smile that you see in the mirror reflection, it's that contradiction that keeps you awake in the dark, it's your sin. Burn in Hell. Smile to the mirror to pretend that I'm there, brake the mirror in half but you'll still see your reflection, the image that you hate so much by your action and words, the master of your life and the pity that you feel for yourself. Slay the pure and helpful, just to be slaughtered by the saint. That's your mirror reflection, your own confection to the sins of your mind, the devious plans and actions that you have done.

Be my being - Part I

Remember me to forget you, you've become something so untrue, in my mind, something so fake, unnatural, a freak, more than a chance, a way to redemption, a regret that I'll never forget until the day that I forget myself. Hear me scream in the dead silence, see me dancing in the night when it rains, read my letters sent to nobody else than you, suicidal intents that you have cut by the autumn leafs, the scars on your writs that show the true meaning of death in this horror life, brought by the fantasy of your maker. A false god to a real society, a soul meaning to all that is lost, sellers to fill your mind of spent time looking to yourself in the mirror, feeling pity for yourself, wishing that your reflection gained life and pushed you into the mirror where life is nothing more than a lost time, hoping that another being, from another world come and appears in front of you. Your mind so dark, your soul so gray, you intentions always unclear, you will to live trough the battle of peace dying as much as time is slipping away, grains of sand that are nothing more than a reflection of what you once thought to be your life, your destiny. Can you show me your true being of the inside or are you that reflection that already came out of the mirror? You forgot me has I forgot you, as the sands of time moved towards the desert to die, as the wind whispered the last leaf on the tree, as the sky that was once blue, forgot it's happiness and brought the tears of the gods in the form of rain. Clouds that fill up the sky above us, rain drops that fall and wet our empty heads while we're looking at each other, with that surprise smile, being so fake as the truth can be. I see my reflection in you, while your head is playing a film of your life that is me, your memories spread trough the ashes of the awaken, remembering the forsaken. It's you! It has always been you. The truth, the meaning, the look over the shoulder in the shadows wishing that there was no stranger behind you, waiting patiently for the darkest street to rape you. You're so fake in your truthful way, you're the life that the dead wish they never had, your the memories of the death of our own family, the childhood that hunts me, night and day, hour by hour, in my sleep, in my dreams, with my open eyes, in my empty mind. You're my curse, you're my anger, you're the one that brings me up to put me down once again, hard as ever a rock was. You're the abyss that makes men fall, you're the black hole that will swallow the Earth and bring the Apocalypse. Why were you born? You only exist in my mind now, you're the memory of my cursed youth, the reason why I hate kids. You slipped away while I was sleeping in our hill, where the grass was green and the sun would shine forever on us. I've never seen you in this years, why are you coming back to hunt me again? You're killing me slowly, not smoothly. Why do you say that you're here for joy when all that you give to me is the thoughts of wasted hours, wasted days, wasted tears and fake smiles. So painfully I follow my shadow into the light, hoping for the burn. You're not me, while I'm your life. You're only my curse. My perfect angel that avenges the creator of happiness, destroyed my thoughts of life, since I lost you. I'm feeling tired of the thoughts of you, why does your shadow still appears in my dreams, calling for me, leading my into certain death, waiting for that love that never existed and that will never exist. I got sick of waiting for the day that you'll appear again in front of me, with a smile on your face, causing me the anger that, somehow, was always hidden when I needed it. Tonight I need you, tomorrow I'll hate you, I'm your life, you're my lie, my curse. Be my being.