| THE HORRIBLE DRAWING BACK OF THE VEIL Hail .I speak to you.The only brother that was born with me with there values. Hail my brother. The one that walked in the bitterness of incomprehension. Hail my fellow. Still I keep on, although I sense that I am dying. When the latter black petal, fall and consume my time....... Life? Sweet taste to blood in my mouth. bitter taste of despair Death? Real, so real, As If I feel my black broken heart Overwhelming waves of desire to depart, where nobody wants to look. Sentiments, my black catharsis does not leave me right now to tell them apart The rigid embrace of the narrow dwelling, the blackness of absolute night. So much he joined that to us Oblivion. Have your black sentiments The silence like an overwhelming sea, the invisible but the winning worm's palpable presence!!! I felt sick, frozen to death, frozen, and in black silence, nothingness became universe!!! Oblivion. Died right now? Oblivion. Emptiness words Oblivion. Empty life A SOURCE OF HOLLOW ESSENCE ... and then an angel came and touched me with her wings. She gave me_______ the gift of vision through the eyes, and this undermined my soul, it let me to see the sorrow of the truth, through gloomy crystal pieces. In a source of hollow essence A source of hollow essence and then when_________ I wanted to notice, I was already dismembered by the pain and I wasnīt be able to discern if that was a demonīs doing or angelīs. In a source of hollow essence If that gift was my virtue or my damnation! In a source of hollow essence a source of hollow essence a source of hollow essence my virtude of my damnation!! a source of hollow essence a source of hollow essence a source of hollow essence a source of hollow essence THE SPECTRAL PALENESS OF THE SKIN In the sunset of my life, when the curtain fell My sight became an endless night… Saw myself, some hinges ahead, roaring with every step I take Cries of agony calling me from the other side… My name still sounds like anguish, The other side is only emptiness… A red line showed me the track while I started to fall ...background, again...whispers...whispers in the depth!!! Midway I fall, I fall, I fall!!! Letting me fall again and again!!! Now there’s only rest, I hear no laments, I hear no cries, Just now… Am I really alive? A darK Landscape Of desolated visions. Empty Eyes look at Spectral Truncks of life!!! THE LAST BREATH OF MY MORTAL DESPAIR Is the chosen way better than the life once known? I think so but sometimes, sunk in the despair of my existence, I long for the other life. Would have been easier to live with it… Nevertheless truth is nothing against self-deception, Deception. principles are worthless if idealist canīt carry on his rules… with his own recollections…So that’s the better way. I lived in great grief, for them, for myself but overall for the memory that I could be one of them… and life’s shadow made it vanish as a dream… Me, in blind agony of my frustration, in more than one occasion begged to live for anyone of its merits. Did I beg for more than I could take hold? I maybe hoped perfection for a tortured soul? A soul never fed up with sorrow…never minds now. Here, where neither a star with its poetical light full of mysteries, Is the chosen way better than the life once known? I think so but sometimes, sunk in the despair of my existence, I long for the other life. Would have been easier to live with it… Nevertheless truth is nothing against self-deception, nor the sun with its warms rays of life caresses this dimension of existence Here the journey towards darkness begins through roofs of cold stone, though perfidious walls which show death’s tumefaction in the glowing torches……………… Now and here the only thing……………. I remember…the last breathof my mortaldespair…
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