

ReflectionStaring at the reflection of the whole sky in a small pot of water Looking trough your eyes and seeing al my dreams with brand new wing Knowing that your sword is always going to protect me As long as I am strong enough to fight by your sideReflection
Now I know I have my own angel.
The bard and the muse at once An illusion whose beauty is the fact that is not real And when fantasy herself sleeps in your wings Your magic for a moment becomes everything But then I touch you, and the reflection is gone
Stronger now from where I cant see you And stronger I become just b


Why did it happenWhy, if you painted butterflies and castles in the sky, with your claws still filled with by blood, did I relieve you again? Why does my soul, even drowning in tears still doesnt accept that everything has change, that everything was fake and everything is gone? Why does my soul doesnt understand each gesture, each word, how each minute that passed by, everything I believed in, fades away and I go back to be vulnerable, stocked in the middle of this deep loneliness? Why did I believe in your words and affection? Why did I let the shell break down? Once again, I made the same mistake, and once again Ill haveWhy did it happen


HipocresyHere I am Trapped in the emptiness Digging my own grave Signing my own death When a whole world of indifference Travels all over my skin Away from my feeling Away from my pain While I tear my entrails With rests of broken Herat And a lonely soul In this world of chaos But out thereHipocresy
I can se a mask celebration Over haggard faces Wiped by the rage of time Looking for some fake happiness


ParaisoMás allá de las montañas Donde el odio y el amor son uno Y las ánimas se funden con la brisa Existe un lugar fuera del mapa Donde la libertad se eleva Con sus frágiles alas de cristal Sobre sembrados de dulzura Y fuentes de agua pura Donde nadan mariposas Con alas hechas de sueños Las sonrisas planean en el cielo Bañado con pétalos de flores Perfumadas con pasados olvidados En un tenue azul profundo Que se pierde ante la vista.Paraiso
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