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segunda-feira, 12 de abril de 2021

Rogue

Don't you know I was reborn to run
I've followed every rule and now
I know where they all end up
Not afraid to look the truth in the eye
Been too close to the end many times
to not know now what it looks like
The wish to see this whole world on fire
It's been twisting and eating me inside

Trapped in an awake fantasy
No, I don't need your dirty hands
trying to bend my neck or my heart
Don't you forget that when a life ends 
Then another one shall start

No turning down or turning back now
I'll be screaming out loud til ears bleed
I won't ask if you can give me what I need
I'll go ahead and I won't wait for the end
to come find me and meet me halfway
I'll just go rogue and take what I want
And I want it now and my way

One day this world gave me eyes to see
And I never forgotten how it was like
To wake up for the first time and be free
Aware that it wasn't someone else's dream
And I'm not unarmed as you would think
I've every drop of blood beneath the skin
Roaming this breeding ground for war
I haven't created it, but I'll might take part

For the truths that couldn't
have been brought up to light
For the scarcity of the times 
And the vows we didn't say
out loud yet we crossed the line
For the promises we should've
known they couldn't have been kept
For the limits we tried to reset
When everything else failed
I couldn't afford never trying

sexta-feira, 2 de agosto de 2019

Drunk

Tell me how it feels to know you've told
your secrets to the wrong people
And I promise I won't hide how easy I was
completely took by all your evil
Here you are waging war against anyone
And on your own oblivion
Darling, I just believed you

Somewhere she's knocking her head
Playing back her empty prayers
Doesn't she knows your stupid love
Comes separated in layers
That shit doesn't redeem a damn thing
Neither it spares what it betrays
Just another poor strayed

Now it doesn't matter
Who murdered and who died a little death
Who promised and who took it all back
Who said I hate you first or last
I wish I could remember what we said
Though we were both drunk

You know I saw you slip, get up and trip
And give in to our temptations
And I'm dead sure out there it was heard
In all your vicious conversations
Though you were alone spitting your blood
From your made up altercations
And covered bifurcations

She keeps dreaming of finding something
Or someone to promise her heaven
And the way how your head is in the clouds
Maybe someday it'll just happen
You'll be on time, rolling your eyes
With witnesses of your religion
The god you cannot petition

Now it doesn't matter
Who meant it and who told a lie or two
Who saw it blurry and who saw it through
Who fought and who didn't even tried to
But now whatever was done is done
Though we were both drunk

How does it feel to know the party is over
How bad it feels to be sober
How much it hurts to turn up the lights
How sad it was all a waste of time

domingo, 7 de janeiro de 2018

Balthazar

You're taking back your gold and myrrh
As you trace back the path of stars
that brought you here
Balthazar, after all we lost control of
I still got to hold my faith so dear

One day you came to me
You took me by the hands and
opened my eyes to see
Balthazar, now take a look at me
And what our love turned out to be
in 2000 years

Here's our gospel as apocryphal
Here's our rise as downfall
Here's our prayer as profane
Here's our love as inhumane
From zero to everything
From intuition to dream
From cancer to pisces
From me to you
Balthazar

I took your word and I took your wine
Until they'd spread themselves thin
As the blessings by my bedside
Balthazar, but I remember who we were
When we'd count them at our shrine

When you came at my altar
All the time you seemed to know
all our life ahead
Balthazar, when time and space
made themselves I just hoped
that we'd be there
And right here I swear

You throw prayers to the night sky
Cause in the dark you'll find me here
You're breaking your vow of silence
As you refuse to break your knees
For the praise of me you don't show
And the words we can't get back

domingo, 31 de julho de 2016

I See Red

Touch my skin for something real
You don't know the weight and the feel
Hovering over all the things unknown (I see)
All the power of the lost reason
Are my own desertions and small treasons
Stretching themselves across my mind (I see)

I see no difference
I see no silence
I see no weakness
I see no defiance
I see red

I know strength as it unravels raw
No end or beginning as the borders fall
Solidifying in the weakness and numb (I see)
Brutally obliterating any wield
So oblivion feels redeeming and conceals
The power of one's will won't avoid me (I see)

I see no control
I see no reality
I see no borders
I see no reality
I see red

segunda-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2016

The Wanderer

I start up in pure loose ends
Through wefts with warp and fury
With the duty of riddance and done
Taken by the rapture in continuum
Unraveling in strifes and toils
For my path and pace can be
And it only ends when I finally
let it be over

Far ahead
There are wars and losses
In late thoughts of reinvention
As vows of evasion are sealed
I peregrinated in a sallow night
'Til the other side to see every
crescent distance grandeur
Me, forever the wanderer

I resume in a truce with reverie
In a gentle way of soften fingers
As I let the wind just run it's route
When fortune is betrayed by will
In it's frailty to go all the way
So I'm only this before your eyes
And I if I have to forge or lie to
survive, I'm not alone

My steps measures the search
And the yearn to finally reside
Truce and repair in the afterglow
Lives and souls overlapping
Like if nothing have happened
I am

terça-feira, 25 de agosto de 2015

All these pleas are prayers
To an unholy god, so I do them backwards
In a way only both of us we'll be aware
of brokens vows and tales of murdered angels
I feel them sliding slowly by my locked lips
Tearing apart against my clenched teeth
I feel their taste on my tongue, a lingering
acrid flavour of pride and compliance
Made to quench the thirst of a hundred lives
When I kneel down and undress all of my skins
Some of them are nothing but firewood
While others are merely to satisfy the hunger
In all of them, I'm the torturous believer
Throwing up gospels and eating blasphemy
And licking your blessings off my fingers
When I talk about sin, there's no way for me
to spare myself from the humanity of any of them
Specially when all I've wanted was to torment
the skies above just to stand up to your glory
And prove you're just as human and faltering
And weak when it was my fury you could feast on
You'd slice my hymns apart to their sick core
And apply the ointment on my self-inflicted wounds
You can't never say you know the warm of a
traitor's skin, because we have the same temperature
But when my curses plucks you out of your heaven
And my godliness feel like the only colony left
for you and your deviant doctrine
You'll rise to it - skinless

sábado, 1 de agosto de 2015

Spilled Ink

There are days and days
of attempts, truces and trails
With all vows frail and unspoken
But I swore to survive on every
breath that I'll sustain to emerge
and unburden from the absence
If I am free then freedom can't
measure or shape me

I've been unafraid to burst
And legitimize all the impiety
And the fury of things I've loved
When they had names and rituals
And a sweet sense of violence
Now I no longer fear the friction
If I can't touch you, then you
can't touch me

No love enslavers me
No power makes me
No fever sickens me
No fate dooms me

I've never measured care
By the lack of it in any kind
Or how much it costs to attain it
But for the plainness of deeds
I was there for all the blood I shed
As I meant every word that I said
But I know that once it goes then
It's all gone

These are truths that can't
stand and fend for themselves
When we are burying them down
They'll never rebound in the void
But I'd give my silence though
it's not worthy more than a curse
And we're damned to the ellipsism
And dead to any reason

No love impeaches me
No void imprisons me
No instinct blinds me
No law nulls me

I must believe in a place beyond
the pain and the weft of your own
Gently as it goes, ruthless as it feels
Clean enough to prove my skin is real
And without needing your weakness
Your pain or pleas and if you won't
know it, you won't know me

No love bounds me
No rule wields me
No word moves me
No fear grounds me

I'm known by my inhuman contagion
To it I might had gave my mind blindly
No witness in my restlessness
I'd like to say I knew