Death Wish Lullaby

Death Wish Lullaby

Arousing nothingness lost in the fog is deeper that what you may know,
Emptiness inside the soul may be as endless as the universe black holes,
Deep scar emotions contain on an empty carcass walking around,
Staring too much into my eyes may lead to madness and insanity,
Schizophrenic ideas will embrace you if my words echoes inside for way too long,

Paranoid leeches will suck along the way from here to nowhere,
The root of evil may grow freely vast into bloody wires around your flesh,
Taste the absences of happiness and drown along on their melodic voices,
The ravens awaits for the sing of the grim reaper so they can feast,

A false step taken will lead you to a dark cave, where angels moans,
Far beyond the valley of the dead the imagination was crucify,
A glimpse in time to presence the tears of a Phoenix falling upon me,

Hope leave as silent whispers are sang from the shadows afar,
The day the jester cry out loud was on sight, next to never more,

Solitude like a cold wicked bitch slaps away those dreams with a maniac laughter,
The walls tainted with blood on those pieces of lost memories gone forever,

Running away from your shadow, as the white feathers blackens with each fallen tear,
The whispers from forgotten dreams crushed into nightmares in front of your eyes,
Hope for peace through death will camo, a fool game play by all who wonder the depths of hell Recall the day, they ripped away their wings and became human, giving away eternity for an Instance of mortality, just to committee suicide under a crooked cross, while walking bare foot over rusty nails while red blood turn into black, damn till the last breath,

Karma may never let your name be erase from the list, condemn to reborn over and over just to be tormented in this realm, sins carved in the skin, a high price for those fallen angels who fought the old day demons, from ancients wars, were good and evil dwells infinitely, left and right, in and out, hot and cold as above so below, peeling off the mask, the divine facade reveals once again and those lies burns in the eyes like arrows from the sun, blinding the path again,

 
Witness the song the lacks from music, the verses written without words to pronounce,
The shattered dreams that die along with age, the smile from the jester had torn apart forevermore, and thou shall remain buried into oblivion till the chords are once again play with blood & tears, as the angel seduces the devil with lust, while the lullaby is sing by your lips as these lines are repeated over and over till dawn, and all emotion dries with a single kiss

Poción de Amor...

Poción de Amor...

 

Aquella fue, la poción de amor que alguna vez probé y me cautivo, ya no ha vuelto a ser la misma, esos labios dejaron de rozar mi alma, y sus efectos se fueron disipando con el tiempo, los recuerdos merodean de vez en cuando pero son fantasmas de un pasado cuyo tacto sigue siendo congelante, mas no deja de ser un triste recuerdo que suele ser olvidado de vez en cuando, esa poción deseo revivirla pero a la vez mejorarla, sus efectos temporales, prolongarlos para así no perder lo que alguna vez pude acariciar, la magia es inmensa y en su infinita sabiduría, algún día encontrare los ingredientes adecuados para reforzarla y que su efecto sea perduradero, y así finalmente lanzar el deseo a la luna y que aquella alma que extraña mi esencia más nose si la recuerda, de vidas pasadas, la promesa hecha antes de ser separadas, de volver a cruzarse en el camino y complementarse una vez más, y continuar asi el ciclo eterno de la resurrección y reencarnación…

A Wolf, the Crow & the Siren

"A Wolf, the Crow & the Siren"

There was a time, where the moons shine bright alive in the sky,

Her reflect could be seen in a lake, as well as felt,

All the magic flowing from her lights,

 It is said that at night, one wish may be granted,

Their faithful children, the wolves, knew this secret,

The truth of their chanting is because their begging for their wish,

There was a wizard, who once knew about this,

His heart was cold as the illusions he created,

His power was limited and by nature greedy,

Envy corrupted him, so in took time for evil to evolve,

There us to be someone who kept a glance of good alive in his soul,

A siren lived in the river, peace and beauty she resembles,

A will to walk the earth, find love was an eternal day dream,

Cold water turned her heart into a frozen one, and then she heard his song,

She heard my song to the moon; she felt my longing moan,

The melancholy and howling were all the lyrics needed,

She felt identify with my song, and a tear touch her lips and felt to the rock where she laid,

The wizard needed that tear; he’ll be waiting for it,  

The spell cast the his fate may change when a siren cry on a full moon,

Turn into the most powerful amulet, capable to write in the sky,

So the Night Eye may release him from his cursed,

But then, he also will need the blood of the creature that made siren cried,

A black wolf will turn his next prey,

My curse was soon to be known, I may be two in one,

A Black Wolf when rage poisoned my heart, but when peace embraces me as the cold winter wind,

A White Wolf I shall be, duality seems to play eternally, until faith & fortune may open the path to determine which one is my true color.

A Crow witness that moment, but he swears he’ll never reveal what the moon decided for the Wolf.

So that’s why, he’s cry made the siren spill her only tear, hoping she may help to free him,

The Crow knew the siren had only one tear to share,

And the Night Eye had only one wish to give,

But the Wolf still howls but never cries...

La Magia & Los Sueños

"La noche la considero superior al día, la oscuridad a estado desde los inicios y prevalecerá hasta un pseudo final, el cosmos es la prueba más evidente de estas palabras, aunque millones de estrellas brillen, la oscuridad jamás será opacada, y es que en la oscuridad nunca a conocido fin, siempre a estado antes de que algo brillara, y seguirá cuando el brillo se extinga, en ese momento es cuando la mente se libera, la noche en su contraste con las constelaciones cuenta las historias, los deseos cumplidos atreves de miles de generaciones, cada vez que se aprecio el cielo, y se deje llevar por su mística, la magia brilla y vive en ella, la belleza y majestuosidad de la luna y las estrellas son su motor, la magia suele trabajar con los sueños de vez en cuando, la magia traza su andar y las constelaciones son las evidencias, los sueños existen y es por eso que las estrellas tiene su fin, cada una da su vida al termino en que algún sueño es logrado, por eso es que cada luna está atenta para quien desea expresarle sus sentimientos y quien le pide los deseos…”

Esa es la verdad detrás de la magia en los sueños…