System Overload

*Affective disturbances affecting mental stability*
*Intense emotions triggering unexpected reactions*

DEFCON 5 is now Online

*Inner self is engulfed with emotional powder*
*Fire walls made of volatile power*
*Increased brain functions 300% past safety threshold*

DEFCON 4 is now Online

*Over-heated internal circuits*
*Obsessions takes control*
*Electrical activity goes haywire*

DEFCON 3 is now Online

*Synaptic Pathways overly charged*  
*Brain impulses speed increased dramatically*
*Neuronal Network short-circuits Central Nervous System*
*Neurotic Behaviors occurrences have been Detected*

DEFCON 2 is now Online

*Psychic Anomaly Phenomenon have been Detected*
Searching Additional Protocols...
Additional Protocols found...
*Chemical Imbalance decays synaptic connections*
Secondary Protocols initiating...
*Hallucinations emerging from the unconscious mind*
Secondary Protocols has been activated...
*Psychotic-break imminent*
Secondary Protocols failing...
*Critical Mass Achieved*
Red-Button Protocol has been activated...

DEFCON 1 is now Online

Self-destruction sequence initiating...
ETA for Destruction T -30...
Mutual-Assured-Destruction program activated...
ETA for Destruction T -10...
*System Overload*
*Massive Destruction Device Detonated*

System Terminated...

Spasmodic Heart

My heart lies in a cage
A thoracic cage made of bones
Dances in a spasmodic motion
Cursed by this voodoo magic
Not allowed to traverse it's cell
It crosses over and it withers away

Fell prey to a bear trap
Entangled in relentless metal
That pierces the muscle
Let them be. It hurts
But stops the bleeding

Swallowed whole by the beast
Splinted between raging teeth
Closed shut by thick jaws
Corroded by it's befouled entrails

So it lies catatonic and autistic
It's no prisoner if it doesn't intend to leave
Dances in a spasmodic motion of eternal drums
Flooded by molten lava, it still performs it's rhythmic ritual
Cut and gutted, it beats more vigorously
Futile efforts to retain the precious fluids
Yet it beats more violently
Gushing all hope from hundred of fissures
Half-empty-or-half-full logic has been put aside
Because the heart is all empty
Without a shadow of a doubt

Motherless Abomination

Mother is dead
Died long years before mine conception
Her essence vanquished, vanished, vaporized
Deceivingly having motion, mimicking emotion
Body functions still operational and running
But so it happens with the machines
Initial sparks and endless wheels
Also imitate the soul in the marionette
Coordinated clockwork
No cognition beyond the cogs nature
A nature made of metal and cold deduction

With reason and lack of it
What reasons could there be
To leave her capable of harboring life
After the mythosis of self and atomized reality
Creating a singular event of time/space distortion
In which the inconceivable was conceived
Creating an offspring from rusty dendrites
Fed by irradiated milk and insanity poisoning
To fully develop into a demonhunter
Chasing the demons she created
Or the demons who created her

Demons of the mind
She told me a lot about her demons
So I created my own

Mother is dead
Possessed by insanity
She is now just an anomaly
And so am I
Motherless abomination

Arder Incessante

Ter um fogo eterno dentro de mim
Uma chama elétrica
Revolta como as ondas do mar
Vibra minha essência num sismo intenso
Um cismar no impossível e exigir o paradoxo
Meu coração irrequieto
Ama compulsivamente
Inflama-se facilmente
Inunda-me num curto-circuito sináptico
Pensamentos encharcados de emoções voláteis

Alguns negligenciam o toque
Para mim é uma viagem avassaladora
Uma viagem extenuante até a alma
Sentir com tanta magnitude
Envolve-me em labaredas
Arrebatadoras, abrasadoras
Cauterizam à pele furor fulminante
É por isso que tenho tanto medo de tocar
Porque aquele toque é metal incandescente
Que deixa marca permanente

Mas é assim que sou
Alguns ficam pela superficie
Eu quero a profundidade e a essência

Illusions of Time and of Love as well

Time is an illusion.
It is merely the momentum of the movement of objects through space.
If we could stop the movement of all objects in the universe
We could effectively stop time
And holding that special person in our arms
Could be an everlasting moment indeed.
But how do we manage to stop every sub-atomic particles of the universe?
And how do we manage to find that special person who deserves such a fulfilling promise?
The odds are to one as it is for the another…..

Black Sea

Black is Mysterious
Silence is Calm
Reality fades
Safe from blinded light
In the coat of night
Tides of charcoal-dyed ink
Taints the mind who set sails
At the Black Sea
Magnetic, almost hypnotic
A secret call who whispers
Whispers the voice of the siren

"Heed my call
Oh sailor of the Black Sea
Come forth and bathe thee
Bathe thee in the waters of doom"

You dared to listen where was no sound
Rather lost than found
Into the unknown you advanced unyielding
Through the melody unheard you were guided
Mesmerized by chants imbued in Silence
You stepped forward into the nightly thickness
The viscous embrace allured to submerge
Drenched in the everlasting darkness you merge
To find the core of all evils

Before your very eyes
In a thousand miles deep into the deserted ocean
Where there is no shed light
Only vibrating black blight
You gazed upon the inner quarters of your innerself

Memórias-Fantasma

Lembranças levadas pelo tempo
Que fugiu como ladrão
Com minha inocência e juventude
Abafadas num saco ganancioso
Tudo o que me resta
São as reminiscências espalhadas pelo bosque
Como migalhas que levam á minha perdição

Tracei um trilho catártico de pegadas dormentes
Errando em vazio propósito
Espelha-se um outrora
Agora irreconhecível num olhar perdido
Recordações deixadas ao de leve em areias de ampulheta
Banhadas por marés que derrubam castelos de pensamentos

Apenas na aspereza e arrogância da pedra inabalável
Encontrei refúgio onde o tempo não corrói e a memória não esquece
Cravadas em sábia solitude num memorial sempiterno

Outono Decadente

Nuvens de aço
Cobrem o azul
Num casulo perfeito

Um céu artificial
Desprovido de cores
Serve como tecto para almas distraídas
Entranha-se subtil apatia

Folhas esmorecidas
Cedem à gravidade
Aliciadas para baixo
Como anjos caídos

Apenas pedaços de lenha gigantes
Erguendo-se da terra
Permanecem sem vacilar
Antigos como os deuses perpétuos
Assistem ás quedas e ao renascer de todas as temporadas

Impossível Destino

A vida é uma jornada fascinante

Incrivelmente repleta de surpresas e descobertas

Reencarnamos em várias pessoas diferentes durante essa viagem

Nascemos, erramos, sofremos, aprendemos, renascemos

Moldamos-nos numa metamorfose infinita

Uma nova tentativa de alcançar a perfeição inalcansável

Um processo continuo de rejuveniscemento apenas possível pela força do impossível

Somos todos heróis da nossa própria história

Temos vitórias e derrotas todos os dias

Criamos destino pelas escolhas que fazemos e aquelas que não fizemos

Uma vontade incessante de ser algo mais

Mas morremos um pouco a cada instante também

O que nos tornamos, impede-nos de sermos algo melhor?

Hipotético massacre da dúvida permanece com nova transformação

Nosso mundo é abalado na incerteza e a única certeza vem com sabor agridoce

No topo da montanha que subimos está o homem paciente que espera por nós

Uma dádiva de simpatia e delicadeza se não fosse a natureza dos seus designios

O derradeiro capitulo do heroi é inevitavelmente ser abraçado pelo pior dos vilões

Conscientes distos, a nossa demanda como heróis torna-se fútil e vã

Pois o prémio final é a inexistência e o esquecimento

Sem discriminar o caminho percorrido

Não há qualquer glória para o herói apenas a tragédia

Medo Primordial

Quando vamos dormir à noite
A mente passa por lugares sombrios
Cai no abismo dos nossos medos
Alimentando-se da distancia que fugimos deles
Avultam-se na sombra do esquecimento
Escondidos debaixo de uma pedra como escorpiões
Envenenam a infraestrutura do nosso ser
Insensíveis, sem remorsos, impessoais
Mas como poderiam eles ser outra coisa?
Não são humanos, nem pessoas são
Nós é que lhes concedemos o luxo de os tratar como tal
Atiramos-os para a selva em pequenos
Damos lhes de comer, damos lhes poder
Damos lhes cara, dentes e garras
E eles regressam anos depois para se apoderarem de nós

Previsão de Mau Tempo

No horizonte
Nuvens de petróleo
Tomam os céus de assalto
Chamas do amanhã
Alastram fumo profético
No firmamento vigente
Um alerta preventivo
Ou aviso imutável
Na Terra engolida na penumbra
Apenas é claro a iminência do desastre
Será o destino caprichoso
Ou vai quebrar tradição?

Wasteland

Baldio inanimado de ferrugem bronze
Baniu almas encarnecidas para confins do reino ardente

Trasladadas por anjos necrofagos no seu bico inexorável

Inertes eram as pessoas, mas não o que caiu dos céus 

Depressa todos se esqueceram daquele Inverno

Pois já não havia ninguém para se lembrar

Daí em diante o mundo era apenas uma fotografia sépia

Amaldiçoada a ser esquecida pelo tempo

Jamais habitada pelos ventos da mudança
Triunfava a decadência no seu auge

Um silêncio ensurdecedor
Para qualquer humanidade que restava
Depressa engolida pelo animal residente
Outrora adormecido pelos luxos do quotidiano

Wounds of Birth

If only they could see
Beyond the watery mirror
...

Those spheres at the doorway
That mimic them back
It's all they are afford to look
Mesmerized by self-sustained egos
They fall for the trick and step back
Instead of leaping forward through the cascade
To enter the realms of the soul

They would see
The wounds of birth
They would watch
The cracks in time
They would gaze
The horrors in past

If only they could see
Beyond the watery mirror
Then, they would know why

Then they would fall in awe
And the world they knew
Would die along with who they were
Another world would rise from the ashes
Another child wounded on birth

The Tower of Madness

Took a few more steps down
Long is the stairwell of despair
One can easily stumble down
Hard is climbing those countless bricks
Doesn't matter how deep can one go
There's always a darker place to fall
Once in a while, we turn back
Gazing to the closing spiral holding the way we came
And we see those tender kisses
That old warm illusion of family comfort
Disappearing behind debris
And barriers of thin air
From missing stairs too high to reach
Like old memories frozen in pictures on the mind
Pandora's little Box
Can't open it without shedding blood and guts
Not meant to poke around there and remain alive

It's bottom lays hidden
For one can walk miles deep and not find it
Although once in a while one is convinced that
They found the rock bottom and feel no urge to climb up anymore
Illusion given by whatever is laying down there
Because every now and then it's always found another step down
In Insanity for some reason, we find reasons to be curious
A sudden urge to be thorough and get the bottom of it
One finds that even when losing it's reason
It is found reasons to continue endlessly

At some point
One forgets if he descends to a hidden treasure
Or if one climbs to the tower of madness

Não confies em estranhos

"Não confies em estranhos"
Dizia minha mãe

Um quarto de vida
E ainda procuro por mim mesmo
Quem sou eu?
Sempre que olho ao espelho
O reflexo esconde-se na minha percepção

Guardo o eco de outrem religiosamente
Pequenas nuances
Não contaminadas pela errática emoção
Peças de um puzzle qualquer
Não sei é de qual
Mapeio toda a realidade na minha cabeça
Faltam-me as peças para encher o impossível
Tudo o que resta são modelos parciais
De um mundo demasiado complexo para esquadrinhar
Com minha alma ainda mais obscurecida com desconhecimento
De todas as realidades a que menos percebo é a de mim mesmo

Outras vezes ainda me pergunto
Estarei eu ofuscado pela luz por ser brilhante demais para eu a perceber?
Ás claras da evidência inconveniente enganam-me os olhos com um abismo negro?
Metade consciência, metade inconsciente
Tanta bivalência certamente inconsistente
Hibrido de tão paradoxal natureza
Se apenas um anda acordado
Que faz o outro quando este vai dormir?
Protegido por tanto secretismo
Tamanha privacidade revela desígnios sinistros com certeza

Para não viver sobressaltado
Vivo em negação permanente
Acreditando piamente que ele não conspira contra mim

Como acreditar neste incógnito
Obviamente não será incólume
Minha mãe sempre dizia com razão
"Não confies em estranhos"

Paradoxical Love

Silver-made halo

Lost forever by sacrifice

An ordeal too sour to surpass

A dearly price to pay 

A single piece of metal

Was my only armor

Lost is my holy ark

Thrown into the fires of self-sacrifice

Layers of clothes don't help to hide the shame

I feel naked in a cold dry land 

Pierced through by icicles of paradoxical love

O Dom

Maldição do dom da visão
Assola o humilde ingénuo
Num mundo de fealdade

Céus rodopiam em louco escarlate
Luzes intermitentes rasgam a abobada celeste
Pedra sólida desfaz-se como migalhas de pão
E levita na electricidade trágica do ar

Perante tal abominação a boca abre-se
Aberta como uma porta escancarada
Apenas a escuridão do céu da boca
Abafa as labaredas que se contorcem mesmo à sua frente
As cordas vocais estrangulam-se igualmente em terror como cobras hipnotizadas
Os olhos gritam o que a boca não consegue
Tapando-os de imediato com mãos transparente
Mãos transparente de tão aguçada percepção
"Maldito dom da visão!", desembaraça-se ele finalmente

Outros
Cegos e contentes
Com um sorriso insano
Deambulam para trás e diante
Abençoados com a dom da ignorância
Desconhecem o mundo que lhes passa à frente dos olhos
Olhos esbranquiçados e opacos
Mantêm tanta vigília como vasos de porcelana
Desperdiçam uma vida assim
Mas que lhes importa?
Não sentem falta do que não podem ver
Então continuam eles
Cegos e contentes

Até que são sugados pelo mesmo surreal
Que me assombra cada dia
Mas eu sei o que me atormenta
Eles nunca saberão para onde vão

Beware of the Dog

Within myself
Down into the depths
There it lies a beast
But don't worry
It's well confined


Is it wrong if I disagree?

You'll have to scratch beneath the surface
To find the echoes of it's distant roars
Travel through the valley of the mind
And you might hear the drumming of rage
But fear not
It's prison can withstand it's rampage

Pity? It wouldn't have mercy on you

Electric synapses short-circuit the brain
Natural hallucinogenic chemicals
Trigger experiences not recommended for epileptic
Rhythmic noises and psychedelic lights
Floods the brain like some trance festival
Ionic bombardments that fuels it's neurosis
Thor thunders thrusts down to it's metallic cage
Instigating it's rebellion
Not helping it's demeanor
Achtung!
It's chains are about to break
No beast is trapped forever

Over-sized teeth keep his mouth wide open
A Gargantuan cave, possibly the entrance to hell itself
Surely anyone who travels inside will find it quite resembling
Red-eyes throbbing from the pulsating blood
Bloody rage's body language

What is to be expected by a loose cannon when it's actually on the loose?

No chains attached, you'll get a chain-reaction.
So let the dominoes fall

Prison is evil. It is a necessary evil

Now that it's free, there's no need for explaining why it was confined in the first place
There's nothing like seeing for yourself the aftermath of what wasn't believed before
But then it leaves another problem on the table
In the end, you had exactly what you wanted

Cimmerian Light

I dare to cross the frontier

Borderline between home and wilderness

Soon as I step outside into the night

I feel the warmth be replaced by a fresh breeze on my face

A mysterious humid smell transmits a sense of inner peace

As the cold winds revolves me 

They tease me with caressing shivers

For moments I feel I could cast myself off the balcony

And a tornado would lift me up to fly like in a dream

The darkness is my shrine

It hides me from prying eyes

Under a coat of black

I am a whisper with the wind

Like if I was never there

The perfect perception filter

I become one with the night

Engulfed in cimmerian light

I am the feeling of dread

Escalating the spine 

Of those who fear the dark

Glimmering darkness

Shines through a new reality

Unravel the true fabric of the universe

Under the privacy of shadows

Grant the solemn melody of silence

So can the voices of soul be heard

Embracing the wisdom from within

For there it lies the most candid purity

Polytheism

As mankind was engineered

God observed them from afar

His blue pearl filled with unseen microorganisms

He felt overwhelmed by the intensity of their feelings

Knowing this in His infinite wisdom

God gave them egos as a gesture of love

So that in one day in the far future

When they surpass the firmament

They won't get crushed on their souls by cliff walls of stupefaction

Astonished for witnessing their own insignificance

When facing the infinity of cosmos and the eternity of time

Mere figurines of dust doomed to perish
Frail receptacles, fragile vaults
For a far more valuable soul
Than a casing with expiring date
It suffocates as soon as it puts a foot outside

As conscious beings
A faulty perception filters what barely can keep them sane
An inflated ego keeps them from falling apart
Full exposure to reality's true face would drive them mad
Living in a dark universe such as this
Could make them blind just for looking directing into the light

But experienced another kind of blindness
Started to worship their own egos
Put aside God who created them
Self-appointed themselves as their personal god
Unfit to rule themselves under a drunken ego
Waged war against each other
Soon drown in clouds of nuclear winter

What was made to make them survive
They turned into their own self-destruction
Instead of trusting God as their own guider
They trusted in their own arrogance and died for it

God gave them wings so they could fly
And they flew directly into the sun 

Hypnotic Attraction

A dark pit enveloped by dark brown earth
Weak vegetation sprout out from the mud-like soil
This island floats in a white-cloudy sky

An obsidian stone engulfed by chameleon lands
Fertile fields flourish exuberant emerald meadows
Submerged by waves of crystalline sapphire
An aquamarine mixture with a strand of sand
Sanctuary hovering over steel-dyed haze

When braced in a glance
Hearts synchronize
Both skip a beat
Anomalies occur
Time lordship is denied
Sparks ignite volatile passion between us
Reanimate my cold-dead heart

You eclipse the sun with your scintillate figure
Grants you an aura of golden wings
Sunlit filaments that caress your tender face
I bow down in awe as gazing your splendor
Angel-like sculptured untainted by sin
Prototype of beauty, untamed heroine

Compelled by magnetic urges
Our bodies collide and explode in an eruption of passion
Embraced in impetuous euphoria
We carve on each other's skin symbols of our bitter-sweet rapture
As both reach the apogee of  ecstasy

Breaking Point

Suffering, anguish, despair and frustration
These are what killers are made of
High-Pressured Pain
Builds up till breaking point
Pyretic blood loaded with adrenaline
Bullets are spewed
Flying erratically
Sealing fates in mid-flight
Propelled by rage and fury
Bystanders fulfilling master's intent

Blasting recklessly through a crowd
Power leaking from the discharged cartridges
By the wrong side of the gun
Bound to an impetuous urge
Let chance decide who lives or dies
Bad therapy for inadequacy feelings

Unforgiven

Fallen on my knees in the rooftops

I lock the bleak night

On my arterial blood sight

Helices of a chopper slices the air not far from here

Rapidly approaches, an oncoming storm

Clutched claws held to the bloody sky

What starts to be a roar of pure rage

Like casting a curse at the hellish universe

Muzzled by the spinning blades

Hammering hard at my ears

Ends with an inarticulate cry

Of despair and defeat

Held up frustration for so long

Is released in a prolonged yelled out why

I scream so loud

Stupidly thinking that God would hear

Wet on the blizzard of unattended prayers

I lay on my knees in the rooftops

Odd place to be at night

Or in any other time for that matter

Only in a desperate fool's course of action

Ser Humano

Ser humano é ser utópico
A realidade não chega
Surreal é um escape do inevitável
Aspiramos ao impossível
Somos ludibriados pela imaginação
Perseguimos sonhos remotos
Erguemos ídolos de ouro à nossa imagem
Incansável vontade caprichosa
Como desequilíbrio emocional
Subjugamos toda a razão
Complexo de Deus dizem os especialistas
Através de um cínico cristal negro
Vemos o inteiro planeta
Pela reputação de Sodoma e Gomorra

Pathological Cocktail

Anxiety had become a part of me
Generalized anxiety disorder they say
Most times it's just psychological
Other times gets psychosomatic
Physical manifestation on spikes of mental activity

Other times it's sadness
Feeling blue
Down to deep depression
Eyes lose focus, staring at the bleak
Brain is shutting down, can't think straight
Get caught in the eye of the tornado
Head hangs low
Shoulders come down
Whole body can't resist gravity

Obsession too makes part of the mix
Ventilation pans: Compromised
Safety mechanisms: Off-line
Overheating thinking process: Online
System overcharge percentage: 400%
Self-Destruction Initiative: Imminent

Compulsion is it's middle name
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Not all traits for a diagnosis
But sure it plays a role in my charm
The ritualistic repetitions
Pair numbers superstition
Unwillingly behaviors
Tired of that routine
I'm pulled into that surreal dementia
A wormhole into another dimension

Sentir o Paradoxo

Olhos cansados prendem o horizonte
Espelhando o céu derretido em escarlate
Enquanto o sol se extingue em montanhas distantes
Apatia cinestésica invade o corpo

Rijo como as pedras do deserto árido
Uma estátua de alma adormecida
Faz parte do cenário narcoléptico

Gritos abafados do interior
Espantam esta serenidade fingida
Garrafa de raiva efervescente
Epicentro em águas profundas
Emoções oprimidas e sentimentos calcados

Trazem à costa a fúria de alto mar
Ondas carregadas de frustração eclipsam o sol
Trazendo o Apocalipse de um dilúvio colérico

Bio-Hazard

Souring soft skin so slowly
Acidic fluid takes it time
Viscous and sadistic
Patiently flows
Inversely proportional
To traumatic burns it inflicts

Melts and boils
Now deformed by the masochist liquid
The hardened skin erupts blisters
Holding inside unimaginable pain
Bursting instantly as bubbles of molten lava

Irreversible damage
Immediate transformation
Dragon scales emerges
From immaculate, sinless skin

Bathed in the uncaring fluid
Smokes and steams
While devouring flesh
Remorselessly, relentlessly
Cannibalizing to the bone

Devorador de Mundos

O vazio do universo
Engole meu olhar
Embriagado por letargia
Rendo-me à sua gula voraz
Meu corpo morno
Depressa se arrefece
Disperça-se o calor da vida
O vácuo absorve-o com ingratidão

Meu olhar singelo tem uma réstia de fulgor
Sem demora se esgota completamente
Espelho de água impotente
Reflecte o cosmos prepotente
Absorve-me o espirito dormente
Num vortex de solidão imensa
Seduzido por estrelas distantes
Seu brilho é um ardil oculto
Viaja milhões de anos de luz
Mas seu astro se extinguiu há muito mais
Devorado num abismo de escuridão eterna
O que resta é uma fotografia da claridade de outrora
Chega à Terra na esperança vã de escapar
Da desolação que devassou a humanidade

Tornei-me um com o universo
Sinto a sua fome insaciável
A maldição do infinito e da eternidade
Testemunhei o medo das galáxias
Presas na imensidade do Espaço voraz

Weeping Angels

Acaba um parto, começa uma morte
Criança nasce em choro, homem morre em silêncio
Baptismo em agua, baptismo em fogo

A inevitabilidade do cessar da vida foi esquecida
Ignorada, evitada, cega, surda e muda
Banalizada num ritual de passagem de ilusão
Demente alucinação, louca alienação
Insana razão, leviana reflexão
Tantas são as eras da humanidade
Que se extinguiu toda a humanidade
Os mortos são enterrados na memória dos vivos
Selados com madeira espessa, cimento denso e memoriais de olvidade
Ninguém se quer lembrar dos defuntos, ninguém quer ser assombrado por seu fado
Partilham na colheita, resignados, ajuntam sementes para o ceifador de capa preta
Anda no meio deles, conformados, olham para o lado e fingem não ver
Olham de novo, apáticos, e quem lá estava foi com ele

E os anjos choram
Fazem companhia aos que já ali não estão
Sentinelas petrificadas pela tristeza que acarretam
Clamam coros de pranto no silêncio da solidão
Pelos que se seduzem pelo inevitável
Aqueles que se deixam adormecer
Cientes de que jamais acordarão
Acolhem a fatalidade como trivialidade

Os anjos choram...
Clamam coros de pranto...

Fallacious Reality

Thoughts dwell in my busy mind
Like radio transmissions lost in space
Gibberish voices disconnected from logic
Static noise that blurs my reasoning
Focused as a beam of intense light
So bright it burns my eyes
In a pile of tongues of fire
So blight it melts my sanity
In a pyre of mad laughter

Hypotheses, conjectures, suppositions
Mixed in a black cauldron
Inbound by magical power
A stew of boiling vapors ascending
Exhaling from my body
Manifestation of madness
Brain waves converted into spiritual energy
Rendering me insane for all to see

Ideas possess me
I can see they are not mine
Maybe from another department
Of my shattered mind
I am bound to their will
The only version of reality i can afford
A faulty perception of real facts and solid matter

Before the Night is Over

Through the window of my appartment
I can see my worn-out face
In the thin glass weak reflection
Sprinkled by raindrops as fat as bullets

My bleak coat was as black as the night
Stained with the blood
Of all the women I failed to protect
Mine were filled with the missing scotch
That used to taunt me from inside that bottle 

Now dripping from the table
Fallen like a chessboard king
Enough to fuel the self-pity of a pathetic fool

In a labyrinth of questions and dead-end streets
My mind kept playing tricks on me
Ended up indulging insane thoughts
Of betrayal and conspiracies
About things i am too stupid to comprehend

A smaller table holds the picture of my dead wife
Along with a flame licking on a palid candle
Which caresses her angel's sad face with the same tenderness
On the drawer hides a pistol heavy with sins
Pointing at me as if bound to my guilty consciousness

I pick the cold metal piece in the zeal of an avenging valkyrie
Venturing myself into the concrete jungle
Could feel the heart beat of the city in my feet
Or was it mine, now pumped with an adrenaline rush
Was numb for so long, that i forgot what it meant to be alive
Only the urge to kill had brought me the will to survive another night

I bid farewell to each of my bullets 

Because before the night is over
They will be angels of doom and downfall
Open wide the jaws of hell
There will be a handful of souls sinking in
Before the night is over

I merge into the darkness
To find the psychopath that once was my brother in arms
The last bullets have our names carved on them by blood
And in blood they will be delivered 

I can finally rest with my family
Before the night is over

Mother Lucy

Early on
Mom taught me about Lucy
She whispered to me horrors
They were real to me
As they seem to her

Whispers about demons
With her hypnotic glance
With her psychotic eyes
Burned my youth away
Frozen my spine cold

Early on
I learned her dark arts about insanity
That made me forget about innocence

I mourn those days that i never had
Mom didn't buy me toys or cars to play with
Instead she fed me her paranoias and obsessions
Young John soon is replaced by Melancholic Vincent
Less one brother to grief, rejoice... for he didn't saw what become of me

Nómada

Há tanto que me arrasto
Neste mundo forasteiro
Que tanto estranho
Sou obra do acaso
Acto vão de outrem
Ninguém me perguntou nada

Se queria existir

Não vim de meu passo
Trouxeram-me à força

Para um sitio inóspito
Terra de Ninguém

Espectro e quimera
Vivo neste mundo
Mas habito outra realidade

Deambulo em multidões

Incrédulas que ali passei
Entre gente demente
Pensam eles que sou um deles
Sem saberem quem são eles

Night Mara

Darkness scatters outside
Soporific torpor
Dormants the soul inside
Deadliest sin of sloth

A Bad Moon is Rising

Mara enters the room
Watches the dead-aware
Infused in a coma sleep
And then she smirked

A Bad Moon is Rising

Mystified in dreams of night
Embraced the chest
Suspend the breath
Delay the dread

Mara's still in the room
Mad man's fantasy
Little children's play
Little children's wimp
Mad man's stay
Succumbed to succubus's love
Incubated in incubus's lust

A Bad Moon is Rising

Feito à imagem de Deus

As vezes perco-me
Nesta vastidão de ser
Descendo à inconsistência de minha consciência
Pelo meio interpelo uma multidão de pensamentos
Ouvem-se o eco de vozes trepidas
Zombadoras, quase proféticas
Fazem-me esquecer que sou um só
Vontades distintas emergem
Disseminam-se como um cancro maligno

Arbítrio é uma ilusão da qual me alimento
Agarro-me a ela, como a única recordação que ficou
Pedaço de Outrora, lembra-me de que fora feito à imagem de Deus
Mas o estranho reflectido no Presente
É um assassino do Pretérito Perfeito

Metamorphosis

A hundred swords impaled my heart
They left no wound in my chest
There werent red drenched in the carpet
Not a drop of blood tainted the floor
But the pain stabbed me with no mercy
The tender tissue torn apart by ache

Cold laws of irreversibility
Wrong choices made permanent
Regret as the final punishment

Beyond recall we look back
A petrified look of grief
Watch the sequential events
That led to our demise
Mourn who we were
Before the choices were made

We bemoan the loss of ourselves
The fracture in time
A one-way-looking glass
Divides the awareness of anticlimax
From the nescience of remorse

We die and live again as something else
With no chance of saying good-bye to our former-self
With no chance of warning about the errors he's about to make

Raiva Lacerante

Desejos negados
Vontade ardente
Gritos calados
Fúria se acende

Limão puro
Queima e amarga
Corrói tudo
Afiada adaga

O Manto da Noite

Na escuridão vagueio em devaneios
Apenas no silêncio desvendo
Melodias de paz eterna

Em sôfrego suspiro
Me rendo a sonhos devagar
Navego em pensamentos flutuantes
Embalado na tranquila ilusão
De Tempo e Morte derrotados

Lunática noite me protege
Esqueço por momentos
A maldição da efemeridade
Fingindo não existir
Nunca perecível
Sustenho respiração até madrugada
Quando a escuridão da luz
É imperatriz sobre o maldito Homem

Crime Passional: Copas e Espadas

Desespero descerra-se do coração
Outrora latejante
Emana agora indícios de vida
Manifestos numa rocha frígida
Púrpura tingia os aposentos
Agora cingidos de fatalidade escarlate
Vertia para caminhos carmesim
Perscrutavam o abismo inundado de escuridão negra
Batimentos funestes ecoavam
De um espírito quebrantado
Lentamente engolido num pedaço de madeira
Para apodrecer na etérea eternidade

Aço gélido mergulha profundamente
No peito inflamado de paixão volátil
Rasgando carne, aspergindo hemoglobina
Perfurando pulmões, espirrando sangue
Despedaçando o coração tenro, derramando a alma terrificada
Investidas impetuosas esquartejam o músculo despedaçado
Desesperado bate sofregamente bombeando o sangue
Pelas enormes fendas que o atravessam
Cansado e esvaziado
Jaz agora tão frio como a lâmina que o trespassou

A alma doente foge
Deambula e cai
Espira e falece
Extingue-se e desiste
Anula-se e desaparece
Morre e perece

A Grande Guerra

Nuvens de fogo iluminam a noite
Pássaros de ferro rasgam o céu
Uma plumagem de vermelho e amarelo miscelânea
Chovem pregos em direcção ao céu
Esventram delicadas asas de aço a doze mil pés de altitude
O vento dos deuses assobia num túnel formado de metal incandescente
Almas encarnecidas com ossos, devoção e bombas na traseira
Caíam com carcaças carcomidas por projeteis ascendentes
Pulverizam-se em gritos abafados por ensurdecedoras explosões

A terra estremece violentamente como num terramoto
No horizonte apariçoes de monstros de metal retorcido
Assolam as almas que irao ali ser derramadas nesse dia
Ao que se assemelha
A rugidos de fogo de um animal ferido
Calam-se vozes de panico, cegam-se olhos de horror
Derretem-se corpos, estilhaçam-se ossos
Abrem-se portas do inferno que engolem almas moribundas
Num bafo sufocante de labaredas que beijam o ceu imundo

Balões monstruosos descendem furtivamente como fantasmas
Projectando uma sombra mortífera que avança implacável
Engolindo em medo aqueles que ela alcança
Abre-se um alçapão exibindo um vasto arsenal:
Voluptuosas, excentricamente obesas e gordas
Toneladas de titânio mergulhavam em direcção ao solo
Onde desajeitadamente despenhavam-se num estouro atroador
Alterando a topografia do terreno subitamente apinhado de corpos
Corpos que corriam desbaratados e num flash repentino
Permaneciam estáticos, confusamente calmos, de uma mórbida serenidade
Dormiam ali desarrumados nos escombros e nas ruas
O Silêncio perspicaz na sua arrogância
Sentou-se no meio deles.
Ninguém se ia levantar dali

E o céu azul é apenas um engano

O céu e o mar tornaram se amantes
O azul-marinho e o safira celestial
Fundem se num horizonte distante
Mas e se o mar fosse pintado
Do sangue dos que em baixo derramaram
Seria vermelho como escarlate
E o céu azul é apenas um engano

O sol é adorado no seu altar resplandecente
Homens efémeros a ele são tementes
Que chacinam infantes em uivos de celebração
Pirâmides são construídas em ouro reluzente
Á imagem de uma estrela deus decepam descrentes
Inflamam incenso num frenesim intenso
No meio de tanta carnificina
O sol não ilumina mas incendeia

A lua observa tudo isto num manto de luto
Gata vadia das noites sem fim
Olha atentamente pela terra amaldiçoada
Fustigada pelo sol e enegrecida pelo céu púrpura
Ela suspira em profunda tristeza
A lua é apenas um sinal de presságios do fim

Saint of Lost Causes

Life is an hostile environment
We are warriors
Martyrs of our causes.
We endure against the vilany from within
So familiar to us like a siamese brother
Together with us since dawn
In the very foundations of youth
We sacrifice for what is most precious to us
Sad that to gain we must lose
We bid farewell to our lives
In name of what we fight to protect
We intervene when a arrow cast from the void
Is sent to harm those that we most cherrish
And put our life in the knife trade for someone else's
We enter in fire buildings in an adrenalin rush
When we sense danger tickling our beloved ones
And we would die engulfed in peril in return of them

Tis the only way that thou art worthy
Morrow art for the bravest to tell
Mourners, thou art the breath to take

Chuva Inocente

Nesta noite chovem palavras
Lagrimas que irrompem frases
Vozes trémulas ouvem se do céu
Um trovão de rebelião
De raiva e saraiva
Do inverno para o inferno

Chove sem que ninguém se aperceba
Cai onde alguém não esteja
Tímida e insegura
Olha cá para baixo sentada na dúvida
Sem saber se há de sair

Também chove
Nesta negra noite
Pensamentos pesados
Que inundam este mundo num diluvio
Quimeras que devoram mentes dementes
Levam a consciência para o fundo do mar

Uma vertical chuva de balas
Penetra cadáveres emocionais
Vagueando lentamente pelas ruas despidas
Indiferentes ao trespassar de sentimentos
Uma neutralidade que avilta a humanidade
Aos mortos já nada lhes perturba
Aos corvos entreguem esta sociedade!

The cold night

The night stands still
Emerged in darkness
In mystery is confined
And many stories has to be told

Wolves ritualize solemn tunes
Endlessly calling for yesterday
Mourning for those that are lost
Howling in solitude
Passionately for the moon

Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves

“Purity I see
As white as she
Ephemeral light I see
Bright it is
Brings peace
To the broken heart of me

Winds of empathy
Take this song up high for me”

Lords of eternal sorrow
Whisper melodies until morrow
Chants of sacred devotion
At the Lady of White they pledge

Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves

Forgotten in the wilderness
They yelped alone
Sought sympathy for the moon
Fought siamese twins in loon
But their prayers were unheard
But their love were unanswered

Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves
Wild moon and bewildered wolves

The Lady of White rests in its holy pedestal
Forever shedding light over the earth
In the cold nights of winter
Forever blinded in deep haze
In the cold nights of misery

Sangue de escarlate

O sangue é espesso como escarlate
Do sanguinário ele escarnece
Não há sentença pior que lhe espere
Se não a certeza indubitável
Que o Hades há-de surgir
Para se alimentar de mãos
Banhadas em vermelho-púrpura
Num rio de lava ardente
Rastejando lentamente
Devora pecadores impenitentes
Colina abaixo ate ás profundezas
Onde jazem túmulos impertinentes

Chronicles of a Madman (Lyssophobia)

Voices inhabit in my head
They tell me about
Murder and betrayal
Dark intentions and pretentious killers
Forcing thoughts that I despise
Spiders crawling into my ears
Webs of conspiracy they spun
In the youth of my years
Spells and enchantments
Dormant my reasoning
Pleasant passions of the mind
Induce me into elusive ways
In a thousand lies
Does delusion lies
My cursed heritage of blood lines
Does my accused heresy is confined

Azul Profundo

Quero navegar nas ondas indomáveis do teu cabelo
Dourada pelos raios solares de abrasadora paixão
Deixa me mergulhar nesse teu mar
Á procura de pérolas no teu olhar
Naufrago em águas de azul profundo
Um paraíso verdejante encontrei no fundo
Onde guardavas segredos do teu coração
Mostraste me a razão de tamanha solidão
Adormeci com tua voz de embalar
Que todos os seres marinhos encantava
Deixei meu corpo ser levado por intensa atracção
Por este oceano durante dias me fizeste vaguear
Ate que á terra me trouxeste
Beijei areias escaldantes e em dunas firmes me perdi
Frutos exóticos emanam teu aroma calmante
Tocas em harpas de ouro melodias em meu nome
Tocas me apaixonadamente em noites de luar
Teus lábios levam me para florestas selvagens
Aqueces me com teu corpo num momento de amor violento

Fatídicas Incertezas

O teu olhar são pérolas do fundo do mar 
Que emanam uma beleza infinita
O teu cabelo são harpas douradas
Tocando melodias de amor eterno
A tua boca é um fruto exótico
Que sussurra suspiros secretos de saudade distante
O teu pescoço são dunas de areia
Que são levadas por uma brisa de paixão ardente
A tua pele é um deserto escaldante
Agitado por tempestades de calor humano
O teu perfume é uma rosa delicada 
Que possui uma essência intensa

Passeava um príncipe entre 
Fatídicas incertezas e destinos desmarcados
Quando lançaste o teu encanto inocente
Sobre aquela alma perdida que se enamorou por ti
Prendeste-o com o teu brilho de princesa
Cativaste-o com o teu esplendor de rainha 
Não questiones a pureza do teu intimo
Nem duvides do requinte da tua forma
Porque o coração dele não bate mais
Não bate mais se tu não quiseres
Agora que ele se cruzou contigo
Não pode mais viver sem a tua presença

Princesa Perdida

Que trágica vida foi a tua
Onde viveste sozinha na lua
No olhar escondido da Terra
Á espera que fosses liberta
Do tormento deste pesadelo
Que fez de ti segredo

Quem fez da luz refém
E se escondeu no manto da escuridão
Deixando os limites da tua imaginação
Quem te roubou do amanhecer
E te confinou ao anoitecer
Deitando te afogada nas tuas lágrimas

Que mundo deixaste para trás
Onde espalhaste todo o teu encanto
Sussurrando beleza nos céus púrpura
De um planeta distante extinto no teu olhar
Ficaste presa no seu esplendor
Agora se derreteu em fogo e enxofre

Quem inundou a tua alma
Com ecos do passado
Num silencio ensurdecedor
Cantas sozinha nas ruas cheias de gente
Melodias de choro de aspecto sorridente
Que enganam apenas esse reflexo teu

Adormeces com canções de embalar
E sobes tão alto para nuvens brancas
Onde sonhas com castelos imaginários
E uma história de encantar
Refugiaste lá nesse reino só teu
Só lá entra quem tu quiseres

Foges para esse sitio fantástico
Que ninguém te pode tirar
Vives de promessas eternas
Encantadas por palavras sinceras
Danças intensamente e bailas levemente
Com a essência do perfume desse príncipe
Que aqui dançou com a tua silhueta
Quando estiveste ausente nesses pensamentos teus

Abismo d'Alma

Estou na ponta do abismo
E quero saltar
Para quê voltar para o mundo habitado
Se o meu destino está condenado
Para quê olhar para os trilhos dos homens
Se o meu capitulo está encerrado
Amaldiçoada seja a minha existência!
Nunca fui alguém
Na terra de ninguém
Nuvens escuras, levem o meu tormento
Cubram o céu com o meu sofrimento
Inundem o mundo, com o meu desespero
Cegam me relâmpagos
Quando contemplo o céu retorcido
Seguem me tornados
Quando confesso os meus pecados
Nenhum anjo ouve mais
Os meus gritos gélidos de tumulto
Presos na fornalha ardente do meu túmulo
Ou será este pensamento
De olhares ímpios que escutam o meu lamento
Moldando a minha mente em desígnios de engano
A quem entrego a minha alma
Que me quer fazer desaparecer
Deixar o meu corpo
Para assim perecer
A quem entrego a minha alma
Que prefere morrer
Fugir como ladrão
Que continuar a viver

Loose Ends

Sometimes i feel hate… heating my blood till boiling point
Sometimes I feel rain… dropping by like bullets
Sometimes I feel rage… shaking the four courners of the earth
Sometimes I feel high… at high speed in the highway to hell

Sometimes I feel cold… freezing my body in a figurine of stone
Sometimes I feel fear… ripping off the back of my neck
Sometimes I feel dumb… Hanging my head low in worn old memories
Sometimes I feel numb… Hanging my head high in some ancient tree

The cold kiss
The high loss
The bitter sigh
The dark nest

Sometimes i feel blue... gazing up to a gray cloudy sky
Sometimes I feel blur... roaming erratically in another dimension
Sometimes I feel lost... wandering bare-footed in scalded sands
Sometimes I feel fake… knowing not who do I really am

Sometimes I feel dire... dictating the omen of tragedies
Sometimes I feel dare... jumping forward into the cliff
Sometimes I feel like... stepping inward into the unknown
Sometimes I feel just... dying for this suffering to end

The dying wish
The lessen strength
The pending future
The intermittent heart

Whispering from the grave

Seventeenth December
Two Thousand and Seven
Seven teeth deceive belief
That thoughts didn't cease
The acid had dissolved
My inner entrails
The worms had ate
My damaged brain
The once strong arms
Can't lift the heavy grave
The once strong legs
Can't bare the heavy bones

I have died
Returned to the dust
With no name
Beyond the grave
Nineteen nicely is done
Ninety nights to come
Nineteen ninety n'one
The year of my wail
Now i lie asleep as a waif
Beyond infinity
This skull won't last for ever
Beyond eternity
These bones won't long for eden
It's dark in here
But i don't have eyes to see
It's quite in here
But i don't have ears to hear
Five feet under
I faced death
The ultimate enemy
It took everything from me
The morning of all the grieves
The moaning of all the winds

Brother 1982-1991

My Dire Diary

Enough of all the care
The dear confidence
Spare me the condolescence
The dices have been thrown
The tables have been turned
I lost so much
Too much that i could afford
I drew lots, but i was a lousy looter
I threw my life on the knife trade
All the game, and all the greed
Made me on my tracks
All the game, and all the greed
Made my own life at stake
I kept playing cards
Randomly, helplessly
Just to cover all the debts
Just to raise all the debris
But the jinx around my neck
Was getting thicker
Was getting tighten
I had no escape
It was all in the table
For the taking

My heart, naked, raped
Shown off to all
Taking their share of the pride
My past, naked truth
Found out by all
Taking their chance now to strike

With every step i take
There’s a trap
Wide opened jaws
With sharp teeth
In every place i go
There’s a set up
World’s conspiracy
Withdrawal denied
Behind any corner
There’s a shadow
Wisely hidden in the dark
Wickedly awaits for the prey

Every letter, every page
Delivered only to you
Directly written for you
Were a vainly, verily fatal defeat
Were a vanquished, vertigo feeling density
All the secrecy i carefully shared
That you shouldn’t never speak
And the mystery i successfully solved
That you should forever keep
The truth thought to be confined
The trust stained by an injury
Believing never more
Because of your lack of reason
Betraying no more
Because of your act of treason

For the dearest of all my foes
And the direst of all my friends

Where art thou my brother?

When was your birth?
Can remember no more
When was your death?
The day of my own

But i did reborn
Why didn't you?
Why didn't you?
The car were too drunk
You flew away
And crashed against the road
Your head was smashed
Your spike was broken
Your life withered away
Just in a snap moment
Your soul was spilled
Over the redden highway

Ten year old kid
All dressed in black
Black body bag
Taken before his time
See his face
No more
Shall he speak
Never more
Taken inside a drawer
Along with the deaf and dumb
Together with the dead and dreary
In a melancholic waiting room
No talking, nor speaking
Everyone was too quiet to be alive
Everything was too iced to be living

One day, they took you out
To bring another John Doe
That no one cared
That no one knew
And took your naked bones
To the graveyard
They dug up a hole
Thrown your lifeless body into it
Swallowed by the earth
Your flesh returned to it
As the sacred book promissed
Some words of condolence were said here
In a monotonous obliged sympathy
Descending his tomb into the hole
In the depths of the oblivion
One more corpse to be buried on this soil
To perish, to never return
Into the minds of all the presents
Morbid cerimony of mortal remains

What were his name?
Who was him?
No one seems to reply
Nobody seems to answer
But i know!
It was half of my blood
It was flesh of my flesh
It was my brother

Nada te pertence

Nada do que aqui está é teu
E a ti não te pertence

Estas paredes ouviram e viram
Aquele que aqui residiu
Forasteiro que reclamava este quarto
Monólogos longos, discursos de uma sanidade em declínio
Delírios satíricos, balbuciando devaneios que morriam ali
Estas portas escutavam e espiavam
Pelo buraco da fechadura estreita
Presença invisível que secretamente tudo noticiava
Sombras nocturnas, ocultavam olhos negros de alguém que ali estava ausente
Brisas flutuantes, uivavam gritos gélidos como se alguém ali estivesse presente
Estas janelas sussurravam e espreitavam
Sobre aquele solitário que ali vivia
Arvores camufladas na escuridão da noite
Criaturas enraizadas, retorcendo-se com o vento dos séculos
Cruzes impertinentes, imóveis perante a tempestade de sentimentos

Aquele quarto, decadente como a alma do temporário habitante
Era um pesadelo de que não poderia acordar
Chamas negras trepavam acima pelas paredes pálidas
Como se uma pintura surreal fosse, de um mundo não real
Mas de que um mundo real fazia parte, naquela mente demente
Fotografias de caras que agora eram desconhecidas
Baralhos de cartas que aguardavam um destino qualquer
Livros envelhecidos pelo tempo que nenhuma data assinalavam
Moveis recheados de lembranças que a memória já não tinha recordação
Estantes cobertas de cassetes vazias que as fitas já não tinham gravação

Nesta cela do qual este estava liberto
Mas para sempre aprisionado
Estava um passado desconhecido
Jazia incógnita a identidade
Amnésico sem nada saber, nem nada possuir
As areias do tempo de longe foram dissipadas
Para nunca mais voltarem
E todos os pertences, a outro pertenciam e não a ele
Pois a ele foi tudo dado, mas tudo perdeu
Tudo o que ficou foi a duvida da existência
Tão leve como o ar, tão vazio como as cinzas

Phoenix Nest

Today i woke up
Earlier this time
It was still night outside
Not a move to chase
Through the endless dark
Not a sound to follow
Through the lifeless matter

But there was a bright light
Outlining the closed door of my room
Almost stifling me with the dense air
But there was a jarred noise
Forcing the blocked entry on my room
Almost burning me with the sudden heat

The water mirror in my eyes
Dare to defy the opposite element
Reflecting the rebel fire
Twisting in front of me
But then i cover my face
Cowering before the flames
Kneeling towards it’s power

I draw back to catch my breath
And press hard the left side of my chest
To ensure that my heart is still beating
And then i haste into the flux barrier
Dodging the ardent fingers of the flames
That seal shut the way behind me

The debris and glasses on the floor
Cut and prick me as i walk barefoot
I tried to scream hoping to hear a survivor
But my voice was smothered by the deafning jangles
Of the explosions collapsing the building

The roof was painted black
By the clouds of smoke
The wooden objects were burned to ash
Everybody were very quiet to be alive
Dead bodies scattered in the floor
Burned corpses still lying down on the beds
Cremated cadavers trapped into the flames

Feeling dizzy for breathing in the coat of smoke
I crawl down in the corridor of flames
Willing to escape
But the walls are closing in
Engulfing me in it’s flames
Close to the exit
I could barely stand on my feet
And as i opened the door
A burst of boiling air throws me out violently
I fell uncounscious a few meters ahead
As the whole building vanish into the flames

Unloved Goddess

This body of her
Refined production
Flawless purity
Undeniable perfection
Soft as the dunes of the scalded deserts
Wild as the waves of the untamed seas
Forbidden as the apples of the ancient tree

The delightful skin
Illuminated by the morning star
Wanted even from beings of above
Burnt gently by the sun light
As if sewn from threads of copper
Still soft as tissue of wool
And appealing to the desire of men

Her golden hair
Floating in the air
With a serene breeze
Like harp strings
Playing a solemn tune
Touched by harmonious winds
Scattering like strings of silk
Spreading like wings of angels

Scarlet fleshy lips
Awakens sexual thoughts
Sensitive wet mouth
Stimulates carnal desires
Empowering to her ascension
Mesmerizing the soul and the spirit
Every heart bound to her will

Through her eyes
Twin precious pearls
Wide enchanted globes
Deep blue as the ocean
Watchful and perceptive
Like a predator
Calm and warm
Like a prey
Gazing at a distant horizon
With a thoughtful look
Dropping tears
Like frozen crystals
Filled with memories of the past
While an imaginable abyss
Slowly devours
The descending sun
Fading the light out

Her shape was exotic
Gift from the gods of the earth
Her beauty was exquisite
Spell from the fairies of the moon
She was wanted from all
Her nudity were holy and sacred
Worshiped and idolized
But never loved

She still waits.
For the one to break the spell
For the one to show her the true love
She would give away all of this
Just to be with him forever

Ephemeral Sun

It doesn’t matter the day of your birth
It doesn’t matter if you would have never born
It doesn’t matter the people that you know
It doesn’t matter if you would die all alone

The sun rises from the east
Touching and embracing up the sky
Shining and gleaming beyond your eyes
It doesn’t matter the money you have
It doesn’t matter if you would grow poor and frightened
It doesn’t matter the goodness of your heart
It doesn’t matter if you would be perverse and sadistic

The sun stands up high
Flowing and floating in the heaven
Enlighten and warming before your path

It doesn’t matter how sane you are
It doesn’t matter if you would be mad and insane
It doesn’t matter how old you are
It doesn’t matter if you would die soon and young

The sun sets to the west
Freezing and killing down on the earth
Leaving and vanishing behind your backs

All go to the same place;
All come from dust,
And to dust all return

Portrait of John Doe

I grind my teeth
In an expression of rage
And claw my hands
Over my head
It’s hurting again
My skull is closing on in

As my brain beats
Throbbing and thrombotic
Hardening to critical mass
Pumping my eyes with boiling blood

Instead of a heart
Gangrenous and hypothermic
Impaled by frozen icicles of love
Growing an ice field in an inhospitable land

Feeling kinda awkward today
Just like in the last ten years
Sucking my memory dry
Not a thing i can remember
Only this pain, only this wrath
Like memories that abruptly
Flash before my eyes
After a amnesia
After being high
At high speed
In the highway to hell
Not a moment, not even a eye blink
Without the tortures and the eyesores
Not a second, not even a synapses
Without the horrors and the suffering

My pale face crossed out from any painting
Every picture of me
Distorted, faded, vanished

The opaque mirror shattered in sharp shards
Every reflection of me
Broken, severed, smashed

Confusing thoughts, troubled feelings
Are confined inside a twisted mind
Jamming the reality
Messing with my personality
I can be everyone
I can be nobody
I can be John Doe
Knowing nothing about myself
My identity is kept in secret
In the depths of oblivion
Swear i heard my name elsewhere
Whispered by dark shadows
Fleeing away from the high rooftops
Blew out by wild winds
Strange noises sounding like some foreign language
Forbidden spells that cannot be enchanted
Forgotten words that cannot be pronounced
Spoken truth, unsettling mystery, world conspiracy
All makes part of what they want
To cover my existence, to veil my sanity
All makes part of what they know
To counterfeit my visage, to forge my death

They made me hollow, they made me disappear
I am just a stranger with no name
They made me mad, they made me crazy
I am just a psycho with no sanity

Concrete Jungle

I walk in the streets at night
Made of tar and asphalt
Black and burned
Asphyxia taints the not so distant skies
Making everyone profane and fainted

People disguised in the theme of this city
Faceless visages as if ripped apart from the walls
Stealing skins from yesterdays' statues

Hard and harsh
With no passion. No pity for the weak
Cold and old
With no emotion. No mercy for the dying

In the shadows
Lurk the scavengers
Scratching and wrenching
Metal cans in the shades
Concealed from peoples' eyes
Yet shine as precious treasures
To this defiled creatures
Living in an altogether dimension
Of this brave new world

The streets are narrow
Ending in a vanishing point
Through dense colossus
That scrape the sky
Calling the heaven’s wrath
Engulfing and wrapping
Arching and bending
Like if they were going
To bury us down alive into an abyss
In flames of dust and gray

Single-bullet Theory

I was in my bed
Last night
Last night alive
I layed my head on the pillow
And there was something
Something cold and hard
Under my neck
It was freezing and metal shaped
It almost broke my spine

I held it and checked it
It had six holes
Five blank
One bullet
And suddenly
An orchestra of lightnings
Came out from above
Like a call of warning
Giving me a feeling
That my destiny were tied
To the very bullet of that gun

And i started to love it
And i begun to want it
Like if the bullet inside
Had life itself
And it captured my will
It wanted to come out
Come out in a passionate erection
It wanted to come out
Come out in a explosive passion

It was loaded, demented
So were i
It was ready, suicidal
So were i

First shot
Nothing happened
But my heart started to beat faster

Second shot
Nothing happened
But my hand started to tremble

Third Shot
Nothing happened
But my legs begun to shake

Fourth Shot
Nothing happened
But my head felt it like it had

Fifth Shot
Nothing happened
But my life flashed right in front of my eyes

Sixth Shot
And my fate was sealed
The bullet got stuck in the middle of my brain


I fell abruptly on the ground
Drooling and convulsing
My eyes were blank
Like the six holes were now
Now that the bullet was expelled
Infused deep into my brain
To never be extracted
Taking my life with it
To be forever a part of me
Laying me now
In this red pillow
Made of my own blood

Like a parasite organism
The bullet had fed
On my emotions
Of love and hate
On my feelings
Of pleasure and pain
On my fears
Of life and death

Laying in my death bed
Until my rotten body
Vanish into the dust
Leaving only a skeleton
As cold as the bullet
Forever trappedAs hard as the bullet
Inside my skull

Midnight alignment

The world is a metal shaped
Clockworking device

Tick, tack
Tick, tack

Banging at the sound of battle drums
Beating at the speed of heart beats

March, march!

March, march!

Trembling at the rush of steel impetus

Cracking at the hysteria of frantic ammo

Tick, tack
Tick, tack

Every year, every day
Every hour, every second
Expiring at the rate of brain synapses
Ending at the death of thousand people

Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!

Marking a fuse with a death warranty

Launching a rocket with a nuclear warhead

Tick!

Tack!
Time is nigh!

Time is now!

It’s eleven, fifty five
Ticking until the final countdown

It’s eleven, fifty six
Ta'king into the fatal fallout

Tick!

Tack!

Time is nigh!

Time is now!

The pointers are sharp
And made of steel

It’s eleven, fifty seven

Like two eager swords
Eager for slaughter and thirsty for blood

It’s eleven, fifty eight

Like two trap doors
Closing on in, crushing all late in time

It’s eleven, fifty nine

Like two scissors blades
Cutting off all that took till the last minute

Tis time, yes it is time!

Time is nigh, time is now!
Midnight alignment!
Midnight alignment!

Every bell in a solemn tune
Singing in a perfect symphony
Dramatic ballads in the scheme of night
Unveiling the secrecy of the darkness
In a melancholic ceremony
To start a new circle of life

Chimera's Dream

I don't know what or who
I may seem to be
I don't know when or where
I may seem to belong

Am i some angel's descent?
Am i some demon's ancestry?
Am i some ghost's apparition?

Sometimes i feel
My heart is paragon
Sometimes i feel
My will is malignant
Sometimes i feel
My mind is shattered

Angel's?
Not fallen but earthly
Demon's?
No! Not a son of lilith!
Ghost's?
Hollow and meaningless

The purest of the innocence
Lightening up in my chest
Like a flawless diamond
Blessing the life from within

The blackest of the pain
Lacquering inside my inner self
Like a ruthless amethyst
Burning the life from within

The faintest of the sorrow
Swallowing my reason to be
Like a worthless glass
Faking the life from within

Temperamental Seasons

I look upon the spring fields
Here on this doubtful morning
Life born, soul blazing
Sprouted by an impelling vitality
Replenished by an impetuous vivacity

I stare upon the summer skies
Here on this towering sun
Broken dreams, hybrid experiments
Carried out by a severe reality
Missed out by several reasons

I gaze upon the autumn leaves
Here on this thoughtful twilight
Past torn, memories leavings
Washed away by a serene wait
Taken away by a sensible wind

I watch upon the winter nights
Here on this lethargic moon
Regrets restrained, resentments redeemed
Forgiven by an eternal glory
Forgotten by an ephemeral body

Tempus fugit

The sky turns reddish
For the blood that will be shed
The sun became darker
As the hearts of the mankind
These are the signs of the end

The nature showing it's wrath
Thunders and storms
Claiming the lives of the men
Quakes and hurricanes
Frightening the minds of so many
Bigger disasters will come

Governments preparing for war
Planes and bombs
Tearing the skies of the earth
Tanks and guns
Trembling the ground of our homeland
Nuclear winter is at hand

The Maker carry out his prophecies
The Maker and Pure Angels
Raining fire from above
The Mighty and Heaven Guardians
Reigning on the last millennium
These are the signs of the end

No Man's Land

The world had fallen in ruin
Covered in a coat of sulphur
Poisoning all life underneath it
A sea of flames fell from the sky
Turning every body in tormented souls
They born again
Leaving their corpses behind
Getting a new life of anguish and pain
In an ethereal form
Unknown and unnamed
Breathing insanity from within
They become rotten
Undead and unholy
Their screams break up the silence
Of this unreal reality
Roaming somewhere distant from existence
Disconnected and dislocated from time
They are condemned to be a delusion
In an illusory world

I was there
Among them
On my knees screaming for salvation
Gazing at the twisted sky
As my eyes vanish in flames
And my flesh rots with the shed of my own blood
That tainted the ground under my feet
As i leave my lifeless body
I became a faceless soul
Without a name
Without a number
The once untold future
Now, had became so clear to me
All the pain and anguish i felt
Will be with me
On this never-ending path

Seelen auf stein
Ohne Leben
Verloren in der Ewigkeit
Ewig ins Verderben

The end of ages

The world turned out grotesque and macabre

I was there
When the sky rained fire down on us
I was there
When the ground trembled under our feet
I was there
When the earth swallowed up everyone
I was there
When the volcanic fire torched to ash their flesh
I was there
When the sea waters tore apart the life of so many
I was there
When the end claimed the fear of their hearts

I heard their screams sobering for salvation
I saw their eyes shaking with horror
I felt their hearts fearing the death
I smelled their blood spilled on the floor

Now, the earth is empty of life
Then, the ravens came
Known as bearers of plagues and disasters
On the ancient times
They brought now death to our land
Their presence is a omen of terrible things
They announced the end of the ages

The beauty of the beast

Hey, who's there
At the dark corner?
COME OUT!
I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!
How long have you been there?
You're hollow and empty
Have you ever saw yourself in the light?
REVEAL YOURSELF FROM THE SHADOWS!
I don't see no one but you
Still there's nothing to see
HEY GHOST! YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO BE!
SHOW THEM!
THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS!
I can barely see you
You were too much time
There in this shades of youth
Unknown for too long
In this world of them

Hey what's that
The thing you wear?
TAKE IT OUT!
I KNOW WHAT'S HIDDEN THERE!
How come your mask is still there?
You're hideous and putrid
Have you ever looked yourself at the mirror?
RIP THE MASK FROM YOUR FACE!
i don't see such purity but you
Still there's nothing pure
HEY MASQUERADE! YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO BE!
SHOW THEM!
THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST!
I can't see your face
You were too much time hidden
There with this mask of yours
Unreal for your soul
In this world of men

The room

I found myself locked in here

With no doors
There is no way out
With no windows
There is no light
The walls imprisoned me

I know nothing about the world outside
No sunshine... no sunlight...
I know only about the womb outcome
So dark, so cold... so sad, so hollow...

A dungeon where i fall deep
Falling deep... so deep...
A dungeon where i turn black
Turning black... so black...
Memories never to be forgotten
Endlessly... eternally... forevermore...
Sins never to be forgiven
Sentenced... never-ending... perpetually...

Oh... let this room burn

Make it burn, make it fade

With all my past

My riddles never to be uncovered

Oh... let this room perish

Make it perish, make it gone

With me along with it

My body never to be found

Tales of the damned

What would you do
If in your life was no color, just black and white?
What would you do
If at your side was a chasm, too blank and wide?

It's dark and dusk, and you wanted to hit the bottom

What would you do
With a open hand holding your heart?
What would you do
With a loaded gun pointed to your head?

It's old and cold, and your finger was firmly tied to the trigger

What would you do
If the sun was just too bright?
What would you do
If you were saner in the dark?

It's dazzling and deafening, and the night were safer than the light

What would you do
With your neck hung in some ancient tree?
What would you do
With your feet relenting to touch the ground?

It's cramped and choked, you changed your mind, you wanted to reach the floor

What would you do
If the world you were living would fade in just a sigh?
What would you do
If the world you were living was just a lie?

It's fake and fallacious, and it never existed

Scent of my birth

Since the scent of my birth
I have been hunted
By the forthcoming future
Unknown visions still buried in time
Untold voices resting in silence
Unspoken truth remaining in doubt
Now revealed to me
But still my path is hidden
Clear from insights
Insights still to awake

Since the essence of my fate
I have been haunted
By the malicious darkness
Unreal spirits still hollow in dark
Unholy specters resting in haze
Unearthly ghosts remaining in shadows
Now revealed to me
But still my path is concealed
Sealed in mazes
Mazes still to unlock

For the fortitude
And for the weakness
May this destiny of mine
Perjure to my future?

For the cradle
And for the grave
May this darkness of mine
vanish to my oblivion?

"When the ash will bloom from the ground
When the blood will flood all the seas
When the dust will fill the winds
You shall have your share on the earth"

Castle of thoughts

A castle keeps his confinement
Walled in by barriers of lunacy
Lost in the unending mazes of his mind
Staggering in a winding tornado of delusions





House to ghosts from the past
Already vivid and faded
But not exorcised yet
So they're presence still lurks in here
Wrenching abruptly the memories from very deep

The Gardens of solitude holds many secrets
Familiar faces are shaped in the trees
Gesticulating and showing expressions of wrath
Unrecognizable figures run into the bushes
Unexpectedly and randomly come out with a shiny dagger
The secret way out is long lost in the depths of oblivion
Imprisoning forever who dares to come inside

Windows display a painting of darkness
Trembling violently with the tempest of feelings
Letting in here the shadows of out there
Shattering the glass to pieces
The shades scream in despair
Making sounds that chill the bones
Fading instantly as the thunder's lights vanishes

Room for more guests are no longer available
Even if the last ones had gone centuries ago
The beds are still undone
The closets doors are wide open
The chairs still swing back to forward
The stench of their bodies can still be felt
Years after the last ones had disappeared
Their reminiscences are still sculpted on these walls

The road out the mansion is cursed
No one ventures to cross this path
And those who did, have been consumed
Consumed by their own insanity and solitude
No longer capable of facing reality
They remain forever in the castle of thoughts