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.