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terça-feira, 1 de maio de 2007

Sin number 4

Go and seek another place to stay and drive people insane. Ask another stupid to fight with you for absolutely nothing, just to return to be a sponge of range until he explodes on you and send you away like I am now. You miss-interpreted my words, I don't want you to take a walk, to breath the clean air around you, to ear the quietness of the trees. I want you to die far far away from me. Go piss off someone else. Go make some fool have the will of die, just as you did to me. My patient running short for your crying and excuses for the errors that you've made, the deceiving that you've done, the stealing that you helped, the breaking of my soul. Just get a plain, even a tank but go away from me, because I'm sick of your face, I'm sick you and you've made me die.
I've seen you in the television yesterday, crying to someone that has died long ago, when he has met you. Don't try to frame me for something that you've done, for something that you caused, that you deeply wished. Confess the truth to the world to be your real self again. But still get away from me, very very away from me. Stop calling, stop talking, stop existing in my mind, filling my thoughts because I've got more important things to think of. Something that really matters to me, something that keeps me alive instead of trying to kill me like you did. I've lied, you've deceived but at least I've moved on. Let it rain outside, let the shadows cover the sun because you don't deserve to be warm. be cold and wet forever more because that's your fate, your future and your curse. Shut up forever more, I don't want to ear or see you again, your voice is like hammers falling on my head, die now because this time it has been you who sinned.

domingo, 1 de abril de 2007

Sin number 3

I'm gone. I'm missing. I've left home and I've left you. I miss the feeling of being free. That feeling made me think that I could fly. It was gone but now it's back. I'm now alone, in the street and you're alone too, but you're home, where you belong. I'm out the door to find somewhere I belong. Find someone that see's my face and runs to me. I just left and I'm already smiling like a full and all the sadness and pain has just left me.
It's hard to me to express how I feel right now. My shoulders are lined, no more rain clouds over my head, just the sun shinnig in my face. But you're all alone in that big house, empty and windy. Don't cry for me for that will not bring me back. Let me live and live your own life too. Get a shoulder to cry one and move on. Because I know that I did it. Finally, because the pain was just to big to stand. I had to leave and be free.
I don't know what may come on my way now that I'm alone, that I just left you. I don't what is my future now, if this is the right path, if this is our fate. I only know that I'm fine by myself and that I've sinned once more. Sinned against you and for you. Never more to see your face. Don't cry, don't cry anymore, I'm already gone and so's the ray of light that I made for you.
Someone has told you that I deserve all the pain in the world, someone said that he cares, someone has finnaly said that he exists. The one that really seaks for you. Don't miss, just move on, don't think, just act. Make love, live, make war, die. Let no sorrow hit you this time. Just let life get into your house.

quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2007

Sin number 2

From the deep of my conscience comes the will to struggle. Your will of struggle only represents the fear inside me that allows me to live until the end of the day. I've sinned once again, and I've liked it once again. I've killed you and you've lived again and now I've betrayed you and the truth behind the door that is behind me is much to powerful for you to acknowledge. I betray the sin that is our love with the love that barely feeds my soul and makes me have fear. To that once more I sin and I once more drink with my friends at the bar.
Tonight I must be dreaming for you are once more at my side in my bed that has the stench of betrayal. I look at you in the moonlight and your faith makes me cry. Just by believing in me once again, giving me the second chance that I needed made me feel so sour that I've left you and took a walk. I was the last person on whom you should have believed. But you did and that gives me the felling that you're not my love but my curse. You've followed me to every place that I've been and met my friends. You've even shook hands with the women that has made me betray you.
My feelings tonight are that I should be locked up, just for the sins that I've done in my youth and the sin that I'm doing to you right now. Forgive me now that I cry to this lost soul and to the feelings and have now reborn, like you, in me. Don't take me back to that day where I've made my first sin. You moved me just by laying there dead. Now you move me again just by standing in my bed, the bed of betrayal, the bed where you've been deceived and, though you know, you've been cursed and temporarily forgotten. But it's me, yes it's me that should have been forgotten because, as always, I'm the best forgotten. Feel the pain in my chest that you can't heal. Forbid me to betray you again for I've sin twice now...

quinta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2007

Sin number 1

As I look to the sky and see the clouds moving in towards the sun, darkness already planted in my heart for your loss and emptiness feeling me from toe to the extreme of my fingers. I like to think that someday you'll come back and the darkness in my heart gets your sunshine and leaves just letting you take over. Other times I just think that there's no other choice but to leave the darkness and pain eat me alive, unaware of the pain that it's coming my way.
For it's coming just as I know that you'll keep me alive and that the sun shines. Love is a struggle, no question, but it's only a way to the only road you'll ever recognize and know well: Death. Yes I like to think that I'm his son for mortal things cannot hit me or hurt me so I wait until it comes. And yes I've killed you when I said that final and painful word: goodbye. If it has hurt you, you can be sure that it has hurt me twice as more. For seeing you leave through that door, crying and hardly breathing, it has done to me a deep cut in my black heart, a cut that I thought that only my "father" could do to me. I still want to feel your body and to touch your soul but now you're so distant that I think that there's no more hope. Once I tried to contact you but I didn't had the guts to keep the call so I hung. I felt like killing myself and believe me when I say that I almost did it.
Damn those doors, that can't seem to shut and take the pain with them. Love is saying that pain does not exist but there's a shadow in it that I can't recognize. I hope it's you though nothing on this little earth can compare or look like you. Baby I can see trough minds, I can read thoughts but I can't contact you. Without that why should I live. Just to sin again?? Therefore sin is my life and without it I'm left with you or with the pain that I forced you to leave upon me.
Close the damn door and close it well for I'll be in the corner of my heart where there's the light of hope that I have on speaking with you again.
March until sun light defenders of the truth for I'm not worthy of living and I don't want it either. Pierce me with your steaks, arrows and swords until I die for that is my will since I don't have you. Leave scars on my body so no one can recognize me when I'm dead and they treat me like that I am. Love is still saying that everything's alright but there's still the shadow that I can't recognize. Until we meet again.