TekO1987

E enquanto a solidão me abraça, Sinto minha consciência me abandonar, Meus atos não falarem mais por mim, Minha mente tornar-se um peso, E a loucura me domar. E assim... Pouco a pouco Perder o controle, Perceber que nada sou, Sou menos que aposta em jogos de dados. E, nas memórias gastas, Em fotos amarelas, Páginas envelhecidas pelo tempo, A ilusão do que era felicidade... E em pouco tempo, A escuridão me consome, O frio me acolhe, E a loucura me torna são. E assim a vida é vivida, Por aqueles que são loucos, E ainda assim temem o ser; Por seres solitários, E qu

Uma poesia presa no ar, Um verso escrito em vento... Obra-prima em nada... Um castelo de areia, Uma fortaleza frágil, Em uma onda se desfaz... Um sorriso cego, Um olhar mudo, E um beijo se desmancha... Um minuto de silencio, Um ano de euforia, Troféus de vidro... E num piscar de olhos, tudo muda.

as a cold winter my heart grows colder... and with him, my minds stars to go far away from me... as the time passes me by, i see my friends abandoning me, my beloved ones drifting away, my family falin apart... for every tear i heave let dry, i se my dreams drowning, getting my life into a swamp of self pitty, lookin foward, but seen nothing... and for everytime i thing to it, for every scar that i let wide open, i try to find strenght to keep on movin... to keep on living... and for that, the hopes comes along... like a hero to me, she let's me think that tomorrow will be a better day, and all will be forgiven... and i wo

a shout is heard in the night a low  scream of hate... deafening for everyone around... but mute for everyone who knows it's soul the sad end from whom loves, its lonely hate, the wait for death, a sad void, and, without its pair, this being who was screaming, fade away, like a shadow that was never been saw... pain and creak of teeth, were the only things to remain from this storm... again the street calms down, and people reasume their lifes... with the shadow that fades, to the dark that receives, the hate consumes it, as the day consumes the night.

Sometimes I feel like, I am watching the sunset for the last time Or maybe, it's just the first one Of many there are to come When I think about you, My life spins around, Drawing circles in my mind Starting and ending in you... My life gets my thoughts and pushes it through walls, It pains me every time I think about, Makes me bag full of nothing to spare, Nothing but despair When I think about you, My life crops it shorter, Shooting holes in my heart, With arrows not seen... My soul burn with the passion of thousand lives, Lived in vain every time... But always lived with love, To someone who don't afford it... When I th