Candles sleeping

Some said I was a romantic...

a person driven by delusion...Maybe they were right.  

Should I remmember yesterday and smile aways my tears?

Should the rain touch my eyes, or should I let it fall on the black sad umbrella?

My stars are gone, in a cloud

Yours tears stab, my soul

Watching it as it...Dies...

Smiles lock my grief

closing it inside,

Inside where there is no relief

just the end of the ride

Watch the night shine with your own eyes

Watch the stars open the skies

And dont go to sleep...like I did.

Candles resting.

Another drop of water

fills this evening...

The very essence

of hours of thought.

Touching the snow 

with bare feet.

Walking on paradise

with a bare mind

that thinks...

 One kind of dream to rule throughout insomnia, beyond the night that covers my soul, along with the snow I wait to walk upon...

 One kind of path to rule throughout destiny, beyond the concrete and metal disguise, amongst dirt covered wood and haze like skies, waiting to be travelled, in snow and contempt, 

by us...

My path is long aflicted 

by ruins of might.

With fire and haze like 

breath, I live...

And cleanse this forgoten,

snowy night.

We shall know its end when the dagger sleeps, deep inside

the snow...surounded by closed eyes that dream...once again.

Candles dancing

Some say that I am a romantic, a man driven by emotion, on its path to self destruction,

doomed to never find true happiness...

Like the last leaf of autumn falling on snow, seperated from my source of life and from my fellow leaves, brothers...sleeping peacefully on the ground, condemned to wait and think and cry and laugh on the lonely and cold snow, I wait.

Fools...

What do you know about the stars? My stars !

What empowers your tears? Above !

When the scars of your fears meet Death !

When your soul doesn't have a reflexion

And smiles become dull

And heaven is just a location

Love is null... 

And it's too late for redemption...

and grief is full.

Some say I'm a dreamer, a slave of hope...

the fools...

Better a beggar of love,

                                                                then the king of sorrow...
                                                                that lives no tommorow.