Onde For a Dor

Disparos de Vênus me aprisionam
Um passo atrás, o paraíso estava ali
O que foi que você fez agora?
Um traço lúdico que eu nunca mais vi
Eu posso fazer um gesto, um verso
O resto da poesia
Você pegou um ponto e fez história
Então agora é outra vida

Você não é ateu, mas também não crê
Não fala e também não vê
Mas onde quer que seja a dor
Estará mergulhado em torpor

Sua luxúria é intrigante
Uma armadilha, caminho para o inferno
Agora que alcançou os céus
Pode voltar para o caos eterno
O sentimento podre diário
Tão raro, inimaginável
É sua arma para todo o fim
O que te fez assim

Você não é a garantia nem a incerteza
Não é o forte nem a fortaleza
Mas onde quer que seja a dor
Absolverá o agressor

Leech

I doubt about your demons
And I doubt about your rights
Your details are frightening me
I wore our illusions for a while
And obsession was a gun
Life has lost itself in insanity

I don't love you for your prays
Your mind, distorted ways
Or for your obscenity

I doubt about your clarity
And I doubt about your arms
You made the beauty your shield
Your backs are a safe home
For the opression and the greed
They never care if it's real

I don't love you for your meds
Your love, or for your bed
Your obscurity

How the light can blind?
Why your name makes you bleed?
Precious illusions with parasites
Your every condescending love for the leech
How oblivion can enslave?
Why ignorance is your bliss?
Leaving memories on the way
Unconditional love for your leech

Something has died in your hands
And left the scars exposed
I refused to sign your eternity
Your reality doesn't shine so bright
My dear

[You lost yourself in their mind
While your world divides
And once again it
Drifts away and die]

-Thanks for all the comments. All the best!

Smelling Like a Rose

I'll look for a new sense in life
Though the reasons are still incomplete
Still we depend of each other's right
To fill the gaps left beneath
The change is a need but it's hard
When there's so much rejected
The look on the mirror seems too far
Which makes it easier to regret

Rotten flowers of your field
Harder than what I already feel
Your edge suffocates
While years runs desparate
A key to universe
Acusation is death

Truth bares itself
Letting the horizon expose
This is the end of hell
I'm smelling like a rose
Ok, so here we are
Open heart but mind closed
In your every scar
I'm smelling like a rose

I was looking for your draft
Today always covers yesterday reality
Still you have your damn gaps
The face of the empty infinity
Who would decipher forgotten questions
Or decipher our way of understand
Reticent of any kind of sugestions
When your truth is the last thing to stand