Emily Kat Amane
Poeta recién llegado
Just close your eyes and breath until the morning.
No miracle can save a broken soul
That’s left alone in silent fire burning,
Caught in the nightmare that’s out of control.
Don’t be afraid of start the longest travel
Around the seven seas or under earth.
It’s freedom who’ll await you, dressed in marble.
Sitting in the right corner of your grave.
Nocturnal sadness that embrace your silence
Won’t disapear this dark and moonless night;
It gonna fill your mind with painful patience
Making believe that everything's all right.
Your life is all, but imitation of perfection
That made it so unreal and out of words.
Although your body was your family's confection
No one but you confects your mind and soul.
We are what we are leaving right behind us
Our acts and consequences, hopes and fears.
If by my cause some moments you were smiling
There is no reason now to weep and swallow tears.
Remind me as a fool or as a poet;
I’ll stay forever as a melody
That will support you in your hour of weakness
And will caress your soul after your ears.
I pray your feets will never stand on my grave
Cause only bones will rest inside, not me.
So do yourself a favor, stop regreting
And keep the good inside your memory.
No miracle can save a broken soul
That’s left alone in silent fire burning,
Caught in the nightmare that’s out of control.
Don’t be afraid of start the longest travel
Around the seven seas or under earth.
It’s freedom who’ll await you, dressed in marble.
Sitting in the right corner of your grave.
Nocturnal sadness that embrace your silence
Won’t disapear this dark and moonless night;
It gonna fill your mind with painful patience
Making believe that everything's all right.
Your life is all, but imitation of perfection
That made it so unreal and out of words.
Although your body was your family's confection
No one but you confects your mind and soul.
We are what we are leaving right behind us
Our acts and consequences, hopes and fears.
If by my cause some moments you were smiling
There is no reason now to weep and swallow tears.
Remind me as a fool or as a poet;
I’ll stay forever as a melody
That will support you in your hour of weakness
And will caress your soul after your ears.
I pray your feets will never stand on my grave
Cause only bones will rest inside, not me.
So do yourself a favor, stop regreting
And keep the good inside your memory.