His soul has no shape
in the hell that his memories complete
and he cannot even cry
until the sunset time of the pallid seed.
He felt once in a lifetime
that light was the essence of everything.
But he knew the darkness and he knew the suffer
of living in a small room with a tight window
and a tight view with a false blood and a false face
with a single pain above his body and his shame
of being a single in love man.
He grew up with sorrow
and feeling loneliness all around
maybe he never loose his smile
but he lost his love and his peace
he lost his though and his sense
once in a lifetime
when he knew a girl
one single terrifying night.
Now it’s too late for heal
because the hungry flows of nothingness
appears inside him and nobody can rescue
the shining of his inner sun
that childhood shining voice
of tenderness and corn
of happiness and joy.
Which hell is inside him that colapse his sight?
He just remember he was a boy
he went to school
believing in love
that magic feeling
that fill it all.
He used to play the guitar and wrote
poetry attempts with music soul.
Suddenly a mysterious air pass through him,
that spring night that changes his mind,
and cross his head, and change his soul, and aim his body
into a destructive energy and feeling, into an evilness fight
between the woman images he saw
and the inner destruction of him and his world.
Suddenly he change and he decides to pay attention to dead.
And the dead were near him and one single hell arose inside him.
And he started to suffer and he begun to watch
the darkness and the pain and the sorrow and the hate
as his natural skin, as his medium to fulfill
his destructive way of live, his impatient fantasy
unforgivable of delay
the biggest ache he never felt.
Ten years today
a life without strength, his soul
is ending badly and he cannot forget
that danced at night
that broke his ear
that touch his sight
that made him miserable
that he never met.
It’s just a tale
you would say.
He is alive waiting to be take
of a single loving woman
that can make him transcend
all those years of sorrow and disgrace.
Would you love a man like him?
Would you be interested to be
a piece of heaven for one single man
that can’t forgive.
Would you know him?
Would you hear him?
Would you love him?
Please don’t tell
the sequence of regret
would you love this man?
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