Written Murders

The pages in my mind are folded,
Unreadeble to others.
I got my book and murdered
The ones who made me stutter.

The pen is my weapon.
It cuts its way in the blanc surface
As a great white shark attacks it prey, with fashion.
Words pour as blood on the whit paper, creating a maze.

No one to describe
The feelings that fall on my book.
The pain is relieved in every letter I write,
And I look at them as if I, at my victims, take a look.

The bullets ended,
My wrath temporarily disappears.
I lay down my book
And try to sleep quietly as their faces silently appear...

Walk Day By Day

Walk away

Live your dream that lies in your eyes.

Bleed you strings

And sing the most beautiful lullaby.

All in me

Is trashed down into the open sea

I walk through

I don't know where, in this world, lies the truth.

I walk day by day

With my consincious slipping away.

I walk day by day

With even less to say.

All my moments

Are reflected in my eyes.

All my tears

Have drowned me for all these years.

Without much to wait

All of the things unsaid.

Must I look for peace?

I haven't lived with any ease.

I walk day by day

With my conscious slipping away.

I must walk day by day

Even with less to say.

Sigh During Dawn

Have I the chance to meet the supernatural?

As much as could in my life,

Now I did find your grace.

No other grin enchants as much, nor face.

All this time without someone like you, I find it a waste...

Have I had the chance to meet the divine and supernatural?

Counting the days

Of my core's demise

Nothing will change our fate.

Late in the night, I sigh and write.

Empty rooms and cold spirits of my past invade my heart...

Yet, I hope and wait...