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Lost Indeed Jul 2019
Tempestades que abalam o firmamento.
Palavras de amor perdidas no vento.
O frio que corta a alma inocente.
Que agarra e acorrenta a criança no ventre.

Que Deus feche os olhos ao por do sol.
Pois a esta noite esposas iram chorar.
Naus na agua longe do farol.
Marinheiros perdidos afogados no mar.

A Terra esta entorpecida pelo opío que queima.
Adormecida pelo sangue que escorre.
Que amaldiçoa o inocente que morre.
Enquanto o Diabo caça aquele que teima.
Lost Indeed Jul 2019
Today there is no one on the throne.
I go to sleep with no messages on my phone.
Tonight the wind will not make a sound.
My face is wet but no tear has been found.

It is late now and I'm drunk with memories.
Burning the pages written with our stories.
In the end, I was the joker, the fool the clown.
Tonight in my heart, there is an empty crown.
Lost Indeed Jul 2019
Nasci para observar.
Acorrentado pela minha mente.
Maldito seja o seu olhar.
E a sua boca que mente.

Sou um poeta por natureza.
Adestrado pela sociedade.
Sou assombrado pela incerteza.
E dependente da realidade.
Lost Indeed Jun 2019
Solene
Sinistra
Saluta
Subsequente.

Presente.
Perpeplexa.
Promiscua.
P­roeminente.

Valente.
Voraz.
Vaidosa
Vidente.
Lost Indeed Mar 2019
One day a lonely boy from fear realized.
With his knees on the mud and his hands to skies.
That he was unique, the first one of his kind.
He understood that feelings only blurred his sight.

But now he felt nothing when she touched his face.
And the sun did not have that beautiful taste.
There was not pain, sadness or wrath.
Because that is the story of the first Psychopath.
Lost Indeed Mar 2019
Everything is ok.
Everything is alright.
The world is a beautiful place.
And we will all gonna die.

We have rainbows full of color.
We live in the mud drowned in sorrow.
But please do not be shy.
Look in my eyes and promise you will not gonna cry.
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"
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