Myrkky

A dor de uma solidão injetada... correndo minhas veias e envenenando meu corpo, tocando minha mente com voluptuosos tentáculos que arrancam do fundo de minhas lembranças espinhos que rasgam meu ser.

Nesse espaço tortuoso entre o ontem e o hoje, apenas o veneno me mantém viva, o veneno quente do seu beijo  –o antídoto da minha solidão.

          (inspirated by Killing Loneliness - HIM)

                                                                             Tany-15/07/2011

His eyes

His eyes were my enchantment when I was lost

His deep look, with his hair down his face

And I need no more reasons to be desperate

Unique innocence that flowed from those eyes

And flooded me

And reflected me

In such kindest beauty I’ve never seen before

Like an angel who hasn’t lost his grace

Driving me to the insanity of speechless dreams

When felt in his wings of love I burned down in my frost.

Suffering

I can't promise I'll never leave a tear drop rolls down my face anymore.

My heart always tries to feel... deeply feel. And it achieves my poor damned soul, scratched by the past with razor's nails of cruelty.

Has everybody stopped loving? Is everyone dead inside?

I wonder and I realize... feelings make us alive yet they make us die day by day in a slow and painful lenght that never ends.

Despite of this, we must not forget that people lie, and they do it with pleasure. Oh! - they think- How's lovely to see the others with their hearts crushed...the blood running from them, poisoning the soul and feeding the anger, exploding as tears in the eyes that one day were able to love.

01/07/2011 By Tany