Etherea
Poeta fiel al portal
There is a pressure in my lungs
the darkest voice inside my head
is telling me not to run
to the place they all call death.
The shadows mourn as they fall
in the famine of my chasm
dressed of silver and gold
they laugh at me with sarcasm.
Will there be something that lasts
longer than mi life will be?
Nobody can see the scars
Will they last eternally?
Treads in the garden of evil
heaven can’t forgive your pain
let patience become your fever
as time floods your final train.
the darkest voice inside my head
is telling me not to run
to the place they all call death.
The shadows mourn as they fall
in the famine of my chasm
dressed of silver and gold
they laugh at me with sarcasm.
Will there be something that lasts
longer than mi life will be?
Nobody can see the scars
Will they last eternally?
Treads in the garden of evil
heaven can’t forgive your pain
let patience become your fever
as time floods your final train.
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:: Hombre, es que estamos en la Torre de Babel, así que es algo normal..XDXDXD::
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