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.

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.

Lately I've been wondering if there is something above the sky.
If there is a consciousness that knows everything.
Because if there is I need to ask.
Why create smart monkeys just to suffer?
I see good people dying of hunger in the streets.
But I also see bad mans rising above the sky.
Is there any justice or just a lost concept of judgment?
Because if there is someone up there I need to know.
And hell I don't know a lot.
But buddy if life is scripted there is a huge hole in your plot.
Did you created us to die in mud?
To drown in our own sins.
Because if that was the reason.
If with all that power you abandon was to live in pain.
So I prefer to stay...
I prefer to die with man, honored man.
Than live the eternity among the gods.

Sitting in the edge of the night.
Waiting for the end to pass by.
Thinking about the day that you said goodbye.
And even though there was no light in the sky.
We both knew that angels know how to cry.

I shout to the endless dark of a starless night.
And I realized that I am just lost in plain sight.
In the middle of everyone but the only one to hide.
That life is sad and we all going to die.

The only thing that I ask is that you love me on more time.
Let the dark in and consume what is mine.
Let the fire burn what is left of your life.
And then, just then love like we are sinners in the middle of the night.