marin_arreguin
Poeta recién llegado
There's only segmentations of past in my eyes,
that defined an historical pain
and in the presence of remorse,
I can only explain suffering once again.
For every tear drop mixed in the substance
could exist wonder in my veins
but first I have to decay
into something I cant explain.
I dont always have the answers in life,
to help the helpless to submerge
into to the unknown to the indescribable
and to describe their infinitive suffer,
into somewhere recyclable.
I just fulfill elements into my skin
burning outside their unreachable crust,
to the point of serenity madness
and gaining death to my soul
to leave everyone in blindness.
that defined an historical pain
and in the presence of remorse,
I can only explain suffering once again.
For every tear drop mixed in the substance
could exist wonder in my veins
but first I have to decay
into something I cant explain.
I dont always have the answers in life,
to help the helpless to submerge
into to the unknown to the indescribable
and to describe their infinitive suffer,
into somewhere recyclable.
I just fulfill elements into my skin
burning outside their unreachable crust,
to the point of serenity madness
and gaining death to my soul
to leave everyone in blindness.