Memento Mori

Um dia, que nem os mais impios dos deuses sabem
Thanatos virá a remar pacientemente pelo leito do rio
Na sua longa gondola, onde leva tantos
Com promessa de mostrar eternas margens de Letum
Ele saqueará almas de corpos abandonados
Alma é coisa etérea, negócio entre anjos e demónios
E de quem de entre os homens tem poder sobre os espíritos?

Temo derradeiro dia
Em que minha ânsia o chame antes do tempo
Alma prefira infindáveis paisagens
Desse rio com nascente em saudade
A tão doce efémera miragem
Que com meros suspiros se desfaz

Pensei No Que Sentia Não Senti Mais

Lógico gelo passa alí onde dói
Esfria afecto infectado
Esqueci-me ao de leve na ferida
Mal dei por mim, queimou fundo
Não senti mais dor
Nem hipotético prazer

Oh... Dolor!
'Dormecida cantiga
Volta! Afinal!
Faço pazes às tréguas
Velha amiga, d'índole erudita
Ingrato fui eu em não querer sentir
Fugi para braços d'apatia
Frígida rainha, não desce de seu trono
Nem espada empunha, d'olhar m'impala
Acabei preso em majestoso castelo
Refém de paredes perfeitas por minhas mãos
Débeis demais agora para derrubá-las

Pensei no que sentia
Não senti mais

Oh... Dolor!
Não sonho mais d'âncora amarrada
Apenas tempestuosa tribulação m'ampara

Before Adam and Eve

There was once a Paradise
Before Adam and Eve
To be conscious of the self
The terrible paths man goes to find himself
Discovery of fire to the power of atom
How many tears and blood were shed in the process
And the countless souls heaven and hell have stolen
Man is the only true sin
Because before Adam and Eve
There was once a Paradise

Now, let me cry for these lost souls
Let me cry until the end of times

Magnetismo Animal

Súbito ardor me morde

Entranhado na carne
(Essa de desejos ímpios
Que condenam alma a asilo de fogo)
Capricho que não pode ser negado
Nem tampouco satisfeito
Carne entre os dentes
Com mesmo Fulgor. E Fúria. E Fome
Escravizado coração mal carrega insaciável ânsia
De ver presa domada sem esperança
Absolvição, essa desespera em traqueia cobiçante
Submissos olhares quase suplicantes
Cambaleiam de cabeça baixa para a boca do lobo
Arrastados por medonha tentação
Atrevem-se apenas a soltar subtis fragrâncias
Despertam sede que se quer saciada

Just another day

Dogs' barks echo from afar
Transmuting my chimeras into something more vivid
"I'm awake! I'm awake!"
I tell no one because no one is there to tell
The sky is silver, exhaling innocuous Adam's ale
Apart from the demon-speed drivers
Tesla towers remain unshakeable
Soaked in Zeus' volatility, disappearing in the distance
My entrails demand a morning sacrifice
I shall go now!
Devour the unborn I will!

The Plague of War

War strips men of all meaning
Taints fields and souls
For hell have never been so blessed

"These humans... Who named them?"

Who said the gods know no laugh, mockery and irony?

Myriad of philistine feet march relentlessly

And kilometers of the Earth trembles and cower in fear

For they have already vanquished the fallen sun

And another horizon sheds fire and blood

Villages nearby can only witness the prelude

As the night befalls voraciously on them

Whisper in despair, they call-out 

Far distant and deaf gods

Acquainted already to their silent answers

All they can rely on is 

Megalomaniac, egotistical, fragile men

"Where do our heroes lie?
I can see them from here!
Their heads are held high
Adorning enemy spears"

Eyes wide open

Dry and dead as they can be

But their spirits will witness the horrors

That they failed to prevent

And they will come back

Haunt on any survivor too weak to die

Mountains inhabitated by wolves and bears

Are just about choosing a kinder type of death

Soon to be silenced voices
Let out a last prophecy

"They will soon be here

Clemency and compassion
Do not travel with them"

After Dark

Long for looming night
Scarce drops of light still linger
Ruins of a sunk sun
Pour dim fumes
Slender, sleek serpents
Dazzle hazy mazes
Slowly entangle all things
In the middle of them I am comforted
Night embraces me
A coat of silence
Over my heavy shoulders
Fill my lungs with a cold warmth

And here I wait for you
In the forest of darkness
Wounded for sexual bounds
Craving for passionate carvings
You heed to my whispers
Bathed in sacred moonlight
Only your silhouette is granted
But you resonate Stygian Grace
Wearing storms and thunders
You can only promise shivers and shudders
Pleas of pleasure and pain from your lover

Love will destroy us

Babe, love burns between us
Love burns and will consume us whole
Consume us so violently babe
Until there's nothing left
Love will destroy us whole
Until there's nothing left
But ashes of our love
Ashes of our bitter love babe

Ishtar of burning Babel
Burn on Babylon gardens
Forlorn hope, languish in lust
Burn our love, born in war

Alma

Que não caia em heresia de chamar minha!
Assustadiça que é
Ainda se espanta
E foge com esta vida que me assombra

Maldita desalmada
A vaguear por terras de desapego
Acabas por voltar
Pálida fantasma
A pedir coração emprestado
Mal sustém consciência pesada
Palpita ao ritmo de suspiro e aflicção
Até ao dia que apanhas definitivo terror
Já cansado de convulsos caprichos desses
Afoga-se com embolias de repentino sumiço teu

The Man Who Waits

There is a Man sitting on a bench
He doesn't move, just keeps quiet
Very very still, as if he is not there at all
Could he be staring at the horizon
(Horizon is staring at his unseen face)
Is he Waiting for someone
Or something
Maybe he Waits for time to pass
Could time be arriving in any hour
Or is it leaving by the second
When is it time

Could he store it in a capsule

Or is he the one trapped inside
Oroboro devours himself

No Man can die
Until he is found by what is sought to be found
What is not yet found is surely Lost
Desert of Reality was so vast
That Lost walked purposelessly
Unaware of the Man Who Waits
So aimless were his steps
That infinitude became his Path
So Lost could never be found

The Man Who Waits
He waited a little longer
Not just a little, he waited as long
As the extent of that Lost Path
That could never be found
So he did not die

Day was not as patient
As The Man Who Waits
For carrying the Old Sun
It bowed down
Right in front of the Man
The Man Who Waits
Because it was in the horizon

Under his persistent gaze
And oh, how much tiring it was
Endless eyes, sharp and vigilant

Ceaselessly shining for millions of years (and it wouldn't be enough!)
Old Sun was heavy with envy and Day was worn-out
Day was on it's knees, facing the obscurity of the Universe
And once, the obscurity had enveloped the earth
Light would meet it's extinction
And there would be no Light to observe
So would The Man Who Waits, still be there
Or would he disappear and have never existed

Could I forget that I imagined that I dreamt about existence
If I forgot it all, will it be extinct too as well?
Would what have ever been, really have been?
The fragility of reality in a glance of light

Crime Passional

Ela tirou-lhe a vida
Acto possessivo
De amor doentio?
Nem tampouco
Sexualmente sacrificial
Succubus perversa
Não lhe consumiste a vida
Entornaste alma escassa
Em madeira suja e avarenta
Espirrastes escarlate
Paredes outrora puras
Juram agora testemunho
De tão violento afecto
Caprixo e não paixão
Houve propósito ou motivo?
Mas sim lôbrega delícia
Para aquecer esse frigido coração
Resta apenas uma faca morna
Encosta-a agora ao peito
Pois depressa arrefece

Who watches over Men?

It's a Lie
What they have been telling you
All these years
It's a Masquerade of a Lie

The one thing
Held with such care
Close to the heart

Harbored and protected
Made sanctuary for promisses of peace
And Oh... Such sweet innocence
Adorned with delicate petals
Purity emanated from abundant sanity
Serene and calm lights from angels
Silent but vigilant
From ivory towers attentive
Giving providence

The Truth
Clear crystalline
Translucent and transparent
Fiction tales told by storytellers and misleading priests
So eagerly craved, deeply mistaken
For sparse particles of hope
Far too subtle molecules
Dispelled to even lesser substances of air

Eclipsed, stolen, gone
Once feverish zealous faith
Falls to a cruel void of fate

It was a Lie
The Truth
The Omnipotent Truth
It was a web of the most vicious Lies

When God is not in the Throne
Only Madness can take His place to rule over Men

Lá Em Baixo Algo Chama Por Mim

Habita um abismo dentro de mim
Não apenas maciços de zéfiro sinistro
Mas existe demoníaca respiração
Delicia maligna, intento ávido de aspirar
Não, minha vida, nem meu fim almejar
Sim, a volúpia de terror palpitante em meu olhar
Sôfrego fôlego antecipa-se, então se solta derradeiro suspiro

De tão súbito e mórbido capricho, desvio o olhar
Coração sacudido no pânico de pensar-se suspenso sobre as trevas enfim
Aquele insondável precipício puxa por mim
Perversidade esfumaça pelos céus imundos
Extingue luzes do firmamento e aparta Deus de mim
Alvoroço primitivo de profundas entranhas
Traz tentação inenarrável de Thanatos
Um magnetismo inebriante de pavor gelado me trespassa

Neguei-me negras ânsias tais
Fascínio ambíguo que traría ruína ou desolação
Quis abafar tão escancarada boca infernal
De tanta desarrazoada eloquência me delegava destruição
Fiz de tão íngreme precipício meus alicerces
Ergui inabaláveis pilares sobre esta nova residência
Onde impetuosa calamidade não morava
Madeira tão densa quanto a obscuridade que abaixo vituperava
Selava hermeticamente todo o pavimento que no mal flutuava
Sólida muralha calava zurrares de loucura do vasto vazio
Os céus são agora feitos de ouro
E vigas de cobre obscurecendo a noite eterna

Este Palácio é meu. Construi-o com implacável resiliência.
Sou Rei Soberano aqui e ninguém contesta minha Vontade
Imponência é exacerbante para uma alma tão pequena
Com peito tão cheio de orgulhosa altivez
Não há espaço para o singelo ar que agora me falta
Piso o lustre e ouço a madeira chiar
Aquele velho bolorento arrepiar do convulso estômago
Ecoa por entre emaranhadas entranhas
A febre inefável pronuncia-se novamente
Vertigem malevolente assola-me
Espessa iniquidade deixa boca amarga outra vez
Arrogância esmaga-me o peito com o peso da infinitude daquele poço maldito
A partir daí nunca olvidarei, caprichos desses são imorredouros
E desdenham essa vaidade da razão
Em inevitável leviano dia, falso piso se desmorona
Pé levantado enterra-se na surpresa fatal
O coração do peito é desterrado, foge um grito endiabrado
Olhos negros berram pálida loucura
Aquele arfar macabro d'horror de espanto sepulcral se sustentará

Fugi

Fugi sem dar explicações
Sem choros, nem adeus
Mas porquê? Desesperam de manhã
Mas já a noite fora cúmplice
Saltei para o ultimo comboio
Só de ida, por favor
Levo casaco, não me fosse arrepender depois
Para aquelas noites de culpa e amargura
Quem vem lá? Estranham-me
Venho de um lar desfeito
Estava em ruínas mas de pé
Desabou tudo em desgosto quando fugi

Bedlam Kin

Chaotic Order brings providence in the universe
Erratic firmament lies in Anarchy
Entropy Alignment with finest synchronicy
Harmonious symphony of Serendipity
Haphazard Genenis Melody
Nihil Anima dwelling the Stygian Void
Onyx Apeiron fulcrums myriad Orbital Horizons
Helios Flux cascades to Zephyr Realms
Particles collide, fusion occurs
Nuclei annihilated, energy erupts
Harvest Moon Leaves impelled by arsonist compulsions
Consumed in a blaze of glory by self-immulation

Pours heavy flames over Mercurial Eden
Strokes of Capricious Red canopies a Crimson Terra
Fiery seeds bloom now from Exodus Men

Ice Queen

Under a crowd of faceless grayed faces
And cold stoned shoulders
He dared to gaze at her
Clinical and cynical crystals looked back
Vitreous zircon sea, silver steel rings, obsidian core, sapphire tears
No golden star inside, only promise of diamond hailstorm

Still...
If ever Evil were Good
It would be in mesmer beauty
Always making such compelling cases
So many men of solid reason
Fell to the enchants of Luna
Where lunacy blossoms and demons abound

(Poor poor boy
Poor poor little boy)

Gemini icy chrysoberil pearls were the perfect hex
Betrayed him with such misleading naive hope
The lure was made of silk velvety webs heedlessly entangling him
Adonic seduction demands obedience
Elegant delicacy spellbound him with not so heavenly grace

Let the summoning begin
Rush the feverish blood at the heart of his

Sweetened with soft honey
For years of kindheartedness
His innocent eyes soured in a heart beat
Swollen whole by her gelid charm
Azure hypnotic magnetism
He was stripped of all purity
Acquainted to her true design
The magic wears off
She needed him to witness his demise
Once his blood was boiling and infatuated
Now it's bathed in horror and terror
Appealing to her lusty desires
Well adjusted to her necrophiliac appetite

A vial of venous blood
Gathers at the core
Frosty and defiled
Just like her

(Poor poor boy
Poor poor foolish boy)

His warm flesh
Tender crimson heart devoured
By her malignant whimsical
Deadened-heart soul

Mind Demons

Am I Insane?

Nailed wooden planks
Sealed shut windows and doors
Any point of entry hermetic
Not even the skylight let the sunshine in
Every means of access barred with scrutiny

Render it uninhabited
Don't come knocking on my door
Don't throw rocks at my windows 
Make them forsake, make them forget

Uninhabited house, uninhabited owner
No need to fear insanity on his doorsteps
Already found it's way inside, to add to his woes
Made him forsaken, made him forlorn

Something tore down the frontiers
Thick walls of reasoning demolished
Mind Demons ravage through
Venturing in no man's land
They will soon be here
Raping sweet reality as it's known
Annihilating cold, hard and inexorable logic
A necessary evil now lessened by a more unimaginable threat
Mind Demons spreading like a plague
Dismembering what it's left of mind, spirit and identity

I am now more stranger to myself than the bystanders on the street

Fingida Tranquilidade

Ruas perdidas de gente
Desdobram-se em caminhos estreitos
Ameaçando fecharem-se em catacumbas de esquecimento
Para quem ousar perturbar esta fingida tranquilidade
Alguns aventuram-se por esses caminhos íngremes de espaço intemporal
Esses nada mais são que cadáveres emocionais de murmúrios abafados
Sem entrar pelas paredes que contam histórias caladas e albergam caminhos imaginários
Apenas se ouvem ruídos do quotidiano insonso
Que nem dão vida, nem silêncio santo
Apenas um pálido arrastar de humanidade
Interminável ranger de calçada deambulante
Que não sabe por onde andou nem sabe para onde vai

O Comandante Nunca Abandona a Nave

Estou em queda vertiginosa
Um pedaço de nada
Perdido em mim como metal cirúrgico esquecido
Cambaleando por entranhas psíquicas
Dilacera-me com deslizes que laqueiam artérias neuronais
Ténia existencial infiltrada
Entra silenciosa como espião, fica para o saque como ladrão
Rouba pela calada, acaba em espectáculo e detonação

À deriva no vazio do espaço de luz extinta
Entregue à vastidão inconsciente
Sabotagem de exímio desígnio
Inimiga escondida a bordo

É conclusiva e definitiva
Só lhe cai o disfarce quando acciona o alarme

Luzes intermitentes e danos irreparáveis

Denuncia-lhe os estragos que causou

Quando já lá vai longe em fuga

Ingovernável como locomotiva sem travões

Pouco mais resta que sair pelo mesmo caminho de quem nos tramou

Antes que a contagem termine a destruição que não se acabou

Um ultimo comunicado se faz:

"Tripulação, façam favor de evacuar o perímetro
O Comandante nunca abandona a Nave"

Penumbra Falls

Something bad is brewing
Banished day
Persistent Darkness
Earth enveloping in a black cocoon
Chrysalis hatches in full-grown Cataclysm

Hope is a dim light
Behold the gloomy night
Lit candle in rest
Passive fire inbred
Surrounded by omnipotent shadows
An augury of looming Doom Meadows

Man-made Child
Is the prototype of all mankind
Unaware, goes to imminent War
Unwillingly Soldier with no rank and no sword

Unblinkingly staring at the dead sky at long last
Will soon lay on dry grass
Denial of deep burial, with no privilige for privacy after death 
Semblance of dread on display after his last breath
His ordained ordeal forever forgotten, wrapped up in a veil by Calypso
Rinsed with waters of Lethe, stranded blacksands of Limbo

Cegas Sensações

Porcelana esbranquiçada
Penetra-me o olhar
Agora inutil e despedaçado
Inundado de escuridão
Leva-me para o abismo da incerteza

Meus pés afundam-se
Em areias do tempo
Que fogem apressadas

Pedaços de mim humedecidos
Jorram para as minhas mãos
Com o peso da fatalidade carmesim

Com passos trémulos e cegos
Tropeço em mim e não me levanto mais
Meu corpo sufoca-se na inercia
Engolido pelo tempo que se esgotou

Forasteiro de Mim

Quimera Narcísica
Identidade Náufraga
Consciência Inconsistente
Frágil Remanescente
Particula Ínfima de Essência
Breve Ilusão de Existência

Um Eu que se esvai assim
Um Eu que fugiu fora de mim

Atravessa-me como o espectro que me tornei
Deixa-me louco na dúvida se aqui estarei

Vejo-me ali ao longe
Instantes diluidos na eternidade
Agora que me perdi
Tempo é apenas uma miragem
Alma vazia não paga renda
Nem no Céu, nem no Inferno
Forasteiro de mim
Não se deixa agora apanhar
Por um desalmado assim

Que será agora de mim?
Ninguém quer um órfão de si
Espírito irrequieto permaneci
Invejo cruel castigo de Prometeu
Dilacerassem-me a carne se a tivesse
Talvez a dor me fizesse voltar a mim
Mas já nem corvos, nem abutres padecem de mim

Sciamachy

Silence darkens the vicinities
Heavy thoughts wandering in absolute stillness
Empty space smothered by such toxic vapours
Morphs in the inhabitants of my mind
Sinister Ministry of Ghostly Affairs
Phrenic Chimeras engulf me leading to my destruction
All this havoc caused by such imaginary foes
Bugs under my skin and webs in my head
Running out of Sanity to withstand such Demons
Made a bargain for my lucidity back
They dropped on me lunacy instead
Chain to my neck and boulder off cliff
Drowning in Midas Gold
Cast out to a dream in endless sleep
Reality and imagination fused together
Drenched in a Paradox Machine
I am lost with my desires and obsessions
My life is now as cheap as a bullet
Fata Morgana's realm is any fool's paradise

Cataclismo de Outrora

Ecos do passado

Ressoam no presente

O Cataclismo estourou noutra vida distante

Envenenou secretamente, contaminou sem ninguém saber

Atomizou ADN, deixou heranças radioactivas

Os horrores mergulhados em furnalha ardente
Foram marcados em meu olhar com ferro e fogo

Mas isso foi há muito tempo atrás
Selei aqueles demónios com camadas de chumbo
Até abafar aquele crepitar frenético
Eclipsei da memória
Empurrei para baixo com vodka amargo
Fiz-me de esquecido do que aquilo tinha sido
Neguei-me todos aqueles anos que tinha vivido

Ligado a máquinas, estive desligado tempo demais
Passaram-se anos
Anos roubados de infância
Anos cobrados da carne, essa que é efémera
Levaram minha inocência, deram-me decadência
É uma troca injusta de veneno radioactivo

Toda aquela energia efervescente
Naquele cemitério de memórias malditas
Rebenta num estrondo ensurdecedor
Sem passar despercebida irrompe através de metal encarcerado
Uma aparição fantasmagórica do passado morto e enterrado
Diante de mim contra todas as leis da vida e da morte
Fazendo sombra ao sol distante e trazendo de volta a noite de outrora

In-Som-Nia

In-Som-Nia is knocking at my door when I am trying to sleep 
Barely awake, hardly asleep.
Something in between
Might break that man's dream
Laying in bed with eyes wide open
Light is gone, sparks in my head
All the blackness yawns me whole
In a loud deafening gasp
Vertigo in reverse
Like being outside of very tall buildings
Looking up and seeing the rooftops
Bending and collapsing towards me
Yet it was only me who lost the balance and fell
So it is in my sleep
It seems I'm falling very fast from the heights
Yet I'm standing still in my bed hallucinating in my dream

The Statue of Salt

Exhausted of this life
Fantasizing about unreal possibilities
One moment drunk with delusions of grandeur
Next second throwing myself to a more grounded perspective
Bashing hard in the floor
Tasting gravity's dirt on blooded mouth

Pushed aside all the people
Ended up surrounded by bad companies
Foolishly chosing as friends my neuroses
Borrwing someone else's psychosis
Bound to make serious mistakes
Inhaling such toxic vapours
No wonder humans were mistaken as fiends
Hardened by such ill foes misguided as friends
Corrupted me in a statue of salt

Want to cry
The salt dries all the tears
Before anyone can even notice
Screaming for help is also futile
Statues would break first
Before moving their lips
Unexpessive eyes are forever doomed
No rock shows any emotion
Before blinded men start seeing again

All the suffering retained inside a fragile vial
Is a receipt for such a potent poison
Shall the frail vial fall on the ground
An entire planet falls on eternal madness

Interrogações sem Resposta

- Porquê?
- Porque foi assim que Deus quis
Ele percisava de alguém lá no Céu
Ele é que decide a Hora

- Mas porquê?
- Porque o Diabo tambem quis
Ele percisava de companhia lá onde ele está
Ele não governa o Inferno vazio

- Mas porquê?
- Porque o destino predestinou
Ele decide o Dia antes de sequer nasceres
Ninguém muda a opinião dele

- Mas porquê?
- Porque a Terra também acaba
Ela não é infinita e se gente nasce, gente tem de morrer
Ninguem vive para sempre

- Mas porquê?
- Então, não sei! Não há qualquer motivo ou razão!
Ninguém sabe o que há do outro lado
Secalhar aquilo é melhor do que aqui
Ninguém se deu ao trabalho de vir de lá sequer para contar!

Silence in the Library

I want to write but I don't get it right
Words lack consistency, aphasia smothers my fluidity
Noise lingers around and it's not the voices, i'm actually sound
"Silence in the Library" sign, must be just for the irony ...sigh....
Should I join the parody and vociferate? Or silent them with cyanide?
Nah, it doesn't rhyme and I can't stand all their drooling and dying time
I must be quite disturbed. Come visit me in the underworld.
I hear it's hot and sunny all year.
You can pray for a spot with a cool breeze
But it's pointless, because you're in hell now, babe!

Who am I?

How far a man goes to know himself?
"Who am I?", heard the fool like a wise man
A silent scream erupts from within
One must stare at the darkness inside
Leap in Faith into gargantuan abyss
Travel through the Devil's Throat and be judged in God's Throne
Many have a glance on it's immense blackness
And they run in denial.
Afraid of what lingers in the unknown chasm
Monsters we created and forgotten
Wander in oblivion with volatile tears and resentful years
After witnessing what was left behind
One might want to fall further into the abyss
In hope of finding something that might save his soul
No one wants to be the antagonist of the story
But it isn't very likely to find pearls in the midst of filth
Doesn't matter how much one pokes and surrounds it
It tends only to get worse when one messes around in it

Sweating over the sink, washes his face and gazes the chameleon glass
He dares to see further than crystal's wisdom
Scratching his face, ravaging the fragile skin to reveal it's true nature
The same horrid flesh of monsters harbored inside finally unfolds

Avoidant Personas

For so many years
I have chased my enemies
Wielding a sharp glance
Faceless shadows disappearing
In convenient dead-end alleys
Mocking me, these unknown foes
Laughing loudly, fading away over the rooftops
Boots hammering tiles made of inexorable steel

Unable to pursue such avoidant personas
Masters of the elusive ways. They escape like skeptical ghosts
Successful in every attempt in their evasive maneuvers
Soon I forget about such zealous antagonism
Just until some intelectual byproduct triggers another undying quest
To chase more ethereal demons of the mind
You can't catch what wasn't there in the first place
Those retinal images running away it's just the madness in your eyes

Reminiscent sane thoughts are drown in a deluge of lunacy
Struggling to send through last bits of reason, they die unheard

In another of those rainy haunted nights
On one of my endless hunts
I caught my breath instead of one of those perpetrators
The flooded concrete had shown me it's visage
It's true face magnified in the whole deluged city for all to see
Staring me in the face
Mimicking the contempt and revulsion I was letting out
Master of thievery ways, he stole my face

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

Vozes zombadoras, quase proféticas

Perco-me nesta vastidão de ser
Descendo à inconsistência da 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