When we're lost

Night falls upon dark skies
filled with crying clouds
On and on, for countless times
nature shouts it out loud

Emptiness replaces the love
The harsh feeling of loss
tears the flesh for no cause
No Heaven lies above

It rips the very core of a man
to be drowned in dispair and sorrow
Our hearts are all broken again
What could be waiting for us tomorrow?

None can tell what's our future
But very small proos can be found
once we've been fed to the vultures
or when we're lying six feet underground

Retornando à ativa!

Boa tarde, peep. Volto a postar algo no blog, agora que voltei a escrever um pouco.


We've searched for higher learning
throughout a road built by pigs
Had us a whole life full of nothing
but of intentions of blitzkriegs

Sourful feelings meet us here
finding weary corspses of mind
At our souls, lies the fear
of being spiritualy blind

Those poor of ego won't ever aford
another session of self inflicted pain
This is when they play the last chord

Just one final chapter to gain
Your bittersweet place among the horde
And to proove it all have been in vain

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