Que ningún juez...

Desnudo.
Yazgo en la Tierra del Olvido,
desangro tinta en cada latido,
y bebo las hieles de tu voz.

Veneno.
Es tu veneno que me llega hasta los huesos,
me hace agreste y frío como el hielo,
y me oscurece cada sol en la mañana.

Vacío.
No habrá más risas que lleguen al corazón,
y los placeres sólo aumentan el dolor,
desgarran miembros y me amputan la razón.

¿Y qué juez te otorgará el perdón?
Si hace mil años me entregaba así cual soy,
y ahora otros tantos voy a pagar por este error,
sin un deseo que devuelva el calor.

Sueños truncados.
Se arremolinan imitando hojas podridas,
mientras mi llanto crea ríos en mis mejillas,
tú ni te percatas, estás allí, dormida.

Y yazgo desnudo.
Y bebo el veneno.
Vacío, sin razón y con sueños truncados.
Que ningún Juez te otorgue el perdón.

I Orce Siort Fader

Brave ||| Contradictions

When did I start to hesitate?

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Where,along the road,did I begin to feel so tired?

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Which one was the decision that brought me here?

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Which one the one that made me be whoever I am?

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Why do i have so many doubts,so many questions?

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Why exactly now ?

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Am I really that brave...?



Contradictions

You always felt that choosing

was the fastest way in ways of loosing...

That your own game was not up to date

for this real world.



And yet, it's just a fact

that no-one is giving you their back.

But you feel lonely all the same:

you have friends,but not today...



You can laugh and you can lie,

and have in both the time of your life.

You may cheat and get to run,

oblivion time is needless to fly.

Desisting is a sweet desire

while you're loving with all your heart.



The world seems such a beautiful place

you feel it when it's cold and it rains.

Sunny days and flowers are depressive...

more than you imagine,anyway.



Let things pass,to act or to be?

Roleplay a previously given part

the one that everyone wants?

Or being the contradiction,

the proof that we're still alive...?




I Orce Siort Fader (When everyone is gone away,who is left to hear my say?)

Bleeding Dreams...

We have the dreamers disease.

We're not happy to live this way. It's not a decision, it's a feeling. A thought, the idea that everything could change for the better.

But why, why should be us the ones to feel this? Why can't be all of us? Shouldn't be all of us?? Are we the chosen to find some way to fix everything that's wrong? Isn't that too much to dream about?

Cause we are rejected. They laugh at us. They stare at us. They say that we're chasing an utopia, an ideal world. They think we're strangers, freaks, and why not?

We don't settle by being just another brick in the wall. We want more, a change, and we want it for everybody. It's the hunger, the ambition of a better life. Our destiny.

They can say everything they want. Even that we have the dreamers disease. But as dreamers, we get to die standing in our feets. We get to die for our ideals. And that makes it worth it.

I Orce Siort Fader (waiting)