Bury me

When my memories remain no more
bury me with all that you've got.
Clean all the wounds that I have let grow
and drink all the blood that is poured on the floor.

Carry me to the end of this vanity
while you find your way back home,
just forgive me for the battles that I lost.

Who the fuck cares

Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.

But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.

I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.

Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.

Moonlight

I've found the ashes of my will to live
reflecting on the moonlight,
isolated from the shadows that I breed.

I've gathered dying roses shining bright
under the mantle of the lies you bled,
and now I feel the silence that is left.

Battlefield

I offer no beligerance towards this war of mine,
cos' there's no innocence in battlefield.
The blood I swore I would protect has found its time
over the darkest ground I've ever seen.

Will I find myself among the murderers of light?
Should I break into tears for my enemies at night?

There's this piano piece I'm playing on repeat,
it just will not get out of me.
There's this melody that pacifies the pain
over a broken heart that needs to cry.

Este demonio

Otro poema que añadir al festival de mis locuras;
hoy amanece nublado y el celeste se purpura,
hoy está de luto mi ilusión diurna.

Mis caminos se bifurcan entre abismos y murallas
y no anhelo más consuelo que el de nunca sentir nada,
no hallo más desesperanza por mi afán de no perder:
no rehúso mis canciones por las que me diste ayer.

Se despierta en mi consciencia la casi reminiscencia
de memorias que me apenan y devoran.

Sigue despierta mi lucha por la llama del demonio,
este demonio que invade mis pensamientos,
este demonio que encuentra escarmiento,
este demonio que quiero de vuelta.

Losing you

I’ve been smoking my own soul

since this very night began.

I’ve been drinking all the tears

that are lost within my beer,

and reliving our goodbye over and over again.

I have lost my will to see

how this path of mine I’ve reached

finds an end into the darkness.

My body cannot fight anymore

against my sanity.

I can’t stand the situation

of my mind and its creation

of an unlived fantasy.

As I crawl effortlessly

through my lonely way of dying,

I still find no way out.

As I try to not feel anything

and failing on it every second passing,

it’s not a secret I still love you.

Nunca lo seré todo

Llorarán cenizas mis pensamientos.
Suplicarán,

pedirán la destrucción
por tanto tiempo deseada.

Las palabras enjauladas
bajo llave no encontrada

llorarán de soledad,
porque no sé cómo usarlas,

porque no sé salir de mi propio infierno.

Los recuerdos que pululan
 libremente en mi cabeza

se abren paso sin paciencia
devorando mi conciencia,

y este grito silencioso
que reside con violencia

surgirá de las pavesas
de la hoguera que custodio.

Morirá toda razón
 por desconcierto inoportuno,

y arderán mis terrores
por cuentas de amores.

Arderán mis temores incomprensibles.

Nunca lo seré todo...
si lo fuera no existiría.