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Lost Indeed Feb 2019
Tonight I am banned from Heaven.
Tonight there is no angels to protect.
There is no demons to hunt or man to pray.
Tonight the lions of the apocalipse run free.
Tonight Time will take a day off.
And God and the Devil will play chess.
Tonight nobody will run the show.
Tonight we dance in the rain.
While ecstasy of dying touches my lips.
Nothing before matter and nothing after will ever exist.
Because for one night we are who we were suppose to be.
We are clouds and water, fire and smoke, sapphire and dimonds.
Tonight we are Chaos and Infinity.
3/5 Of the series "Let me be your Devil"
Lost Indeed Feb 2019
I can feel it from the other side of the globe.
The Gravity that calls me to the sea.
Like a constant curse in the wind.
A memory of your last moment with me.

When I am with you everything disappears.
And I feel time passing like a friendly wave.
I let the blues consume my soul in a silver tray.
Constant dying Impaled by a million spears.
2/5 of the series "let me be your Devil"
Lost Indeed Feb 2019
I am here consulting my dreams, hoping to find a memory of you.
The nicotine runs into my veins like wild horses in the wind.
I look into the infinite dimension of the mirror in your wardrobe.
And the Devil looks back.

I am exhausted now I cannot fight.
I will give in and open the door to my soul.
Because I the exuberant form of not being.
I am chaos.

The moon knock at my window but I will not anwser.
Not tonight, tonight I am will let my heart dance at your beat.
Tonight You are everything that ever were and will ever be.
Tonight my Darling YOU are infinity.
1/5 of the series "Let me be your Devil".
Lost Indeed Dec 2018
The sad part always come too soon.
We did not have the chance to live on the moon.
I was too scared of surviving.
And truly terrified of dying.

We are the eccentric way of the universe speak.
Created to observe the infinite and live in constant ending.
Always laying on the edge of existence.
Going with the wind without any resistance.
Lost Indeed Dec 2018
Do not take per granted the art of writing.
Do not neglect the power of words.
The constant war without swords.
The intense fear of internal fighting.

We are the last poets of a broken society.
Like every generation before us.
Time is a impossible collection of fuzz.
Finding pearls in the mud and shaping this atrocity.
Lost Indeed Dec 2018
I am a ******.
I'm addicted to rhyme.
The condensed power of words.
In a eternal poem that beats time.
Every verse like pure ecstasy.
Every word a single bliss.
In each strophe a piece of me.
But I cannot stop now.
My eyes are used to the abyss in my soul.
I am too deep.
I can't see the sun.
In every drop of rain a single verse.
In every look in the street a poet stroke.
Welcome to my lost life.
A simple man addicted to rhyme.
Lost Indeed Dec 2018
Kindness is poetry in itself.
Is the borderline that divide us from deities.
From all the gods and devils that we invented.
From all the mud and blood that we live.
There is one thing that shines.
One thing that redeem ourselves from our crimes.
The thing that causes us to shiver upon fear.
That motivate without love.
That destroys without guns.
In the end I beg you to do what is right.
Love yourself and the others and PLEASE BE KIND.
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