T-Look at me now-T

Even you listen to all the phrases that I said one day,
But you do not want to listen to my voice now,
These put to bed looking at the midnight moon,
But you do not want to sleep close to me,
Sometimes you ask very much,
When little is what you obtain,
I am not interested in knowing that it is to deal who I am,
The time does not recover the wounds,
My hands damaged,
And now I am suffering,
Once listen to say,
The life is a gift,
But to live through the life is our curse,
Do not cry only because he is going to ask for excuses,
Because we wait enough alone time to say " I sit it ",
Is the only way of living alone to stick to a dream?,
Only I need that alive in my heart,
Because for you my heart grows,
I Remember when we were children,
Look at Us now,
Even us it is not time to go forever,
But we have to live with the good-bye every day,
They always dreamed of a happy world,
But they never imagined to have a life without you,
I suppose that I am very far to have yourself some day,
For my same one will he find the way to come to the way?
A dream hidden in another dream,
Is there where you belong for me,
Because if it would have to go,
it Would have to want not to exist,
For the life that becomes more short,
When we breathe the same air,
Because already I lost my time,
to apologize.

T-A line without color-T

The words were hurt,
his mouth always was foreign,
and even I expect for you to come in my coffin,
am the warehouse of your tact,
a line without color,
I painted all the walls with the same mistake,
your star will be infinite,
and all the promises will go away to the ashes,
my body even has the bones,
now these in my list to forget,
I searched in the skies,
and I found only blood in the streets,
looks with coal all my feelings sealed with the scent of the absence,
walk along the flags of the time,
sometimes little it is great small when you need,
the shades cross his sweet abdomen with flavor to wine,
and caress his body in power of the enemy,
I will continue where there go the waters of the lagoons,
lost in the eternity,
I am alone a summer caught in many storms,
already I cannot distinguish between caresses and razors,
everything burns when you allow to happen,
the dreams crossing the thorns,
with the silence in the wind sides that red moon,
withered roses attracted by the wreath,
the throne burns with the spark that one forgot,
And the last punishment is the pleasure of the sin,
I found nails in my hands,
it lit the light in the end of the times,
cathedrals with all scars of your body,
the powder ignites of gray sperm,
abundant souls in the corners of the paradise,
what more gives if we look at the Sun when it falls down,
but the sky even gray this one.

T-The steps go down-T

I walked where I began to feel my first love,
My soul was far and she was in my tomb,
I happened for the paradise and all the angels were not since like I it imagined,
Happened for the hell and it was not so warm,
The love me demonstrated that the only option is the pain,
It was nearby towards the place where she would have my heart in his hands,
And again I am crying with the children of the god who went away,
For my same one I was happy in order that the stars cry,
But even the sky is not dark,
My body was his only food,
And my blood was the reason of his thirst,
The steps go down,
I lost my only weapon so it begins to salt and dry me from the inside,
His smile was the warehouse of my melancholy,
And his caresses were tattooes in my skin,
I sewed my lips not to declare his name,
Forget his body,
forget his face,
¿The value to forget his hands of innocently?

T-A pain to which I am accustomed-T

It was been frightened when estava only, as someone dying in his own dream, always you will say not me des shit for which shit is what recojes, chained in a deep abyss, inert and squashed.
We all ask ourselves that we did to deserve what we are, but the one who is the one that listens to us, I was the angel that it was born in his entrails, but today am I the demon against which it fights? .Como a scar being opened in winter, the moon taking the control on the Sun, when a child turns into man and a man turns into child.
You shout without nobody listens to you, do what is but nobody looking at this one, you shout fort but nobody listens to you. When my feelings are ready to be in the menu, and I for another side waiting for your return when that you are not going to come, he listens to my prayer and I will spill tears for you, the only drop of blood spilt by my eyes.
When you love what you are afraid and are afraid what you love, an ilución lost in the forest and other forests looking for an ilución. My name written in your interior, your name written in the mio. Your steps marked in the way towards the light mas brilliant. You say to me that my life is a dream, but the pain seems to be royal, when my blood is the ink to correct your mistakes, and my body an object to guard your blows. I have sinned but I do not repent, when I am caught in an obscure quarter looking for a small door to be able to go out. You know that there is someone listening to me inside or out of what estava planned. But you know that it will wait and you were waiting for your me also.