I take you as you are,
Because you were;
Stranger here before me,
Never will I let my eyes
Be seduced by your
Broken road,
Once I was broken too,
And I cannot forget
The past is a glory,
Faithful, haunting,
As it was you were there,
As you are, friend,
I am here!

Me,
A rebellion's echo
In a war of patterns,
Dwelling.

Take me into myself,
Tinker on the past,
Realty sinks in the mud
With footprints of what ifs.

I woke in the haze of
Tequila breath and a beautiful
Regret,
Naked and alone,
I can smell the nicotine on
The kiss that stayed in
My hangover,
An empty bottle with
The lipstick she left behind,
Round and round
The room spinning
And my head thundering
Like the storm of echoes
When the ***** seduced,
Funny im alone
And hurting, hungover
And grateful.

Come to the well of your
Existence and draw the nothingness
Of reality; anguish there.
A chaotic order in the répétitions,
Lost in the cries, deafening-
Open the enslaved mind
And convince yourself
Of the righteous ignorance;
You are bitten by the shallow
Thought and driven by an
Empty success, grow bitter there.

And once you are unfulfilled
Rage against the spaces
Of each regret,
Set them ablaze with the desire
That makes dreams fickle
And rich men hold dear to paper,
Free yourself from everyday
And know you are the eternal
Wonder of your perception.

What are the answers?
The question beckons tomorrow
And the magnetar glows
In a faint doubt,
The eyes do not lie
But are blind to the touch
And all the world is misunderstood
When there is no return
In a favor,
Glorious beast in the concrete
Jungle,
Know that humanity is
A drive chasing the storm,
Where the river runs wild
The passionate man drinks,
Heavy heavy
Is the pure heart
Within the confinés
Of man's crucible.

That I might sink my
Prophesy into your revelations,
The body of creation
In every contour,
My taste is numbed
By the flavor of your kiss
And know that your
Touch is a flow of sacrifices
That die into every pore
And create worlds:

I walk the lustful word
And pace in anticipation
With the poem,
Written by the hungry
Language of my desire.

Where the walls close in,
That rock between hard
Hearts,
Shaping and molding,
Between the forgers fire
And the metals heavy memory,
Short of the total éclipse
In a ring of your presence,
There i am,
There I remain,
Dont need to feel a thing
Because in the good and the bad,
The morning kiss
And the lonely couch at night,
The poetry u spoke
And the things we never said,
The life is not life after the story
Of us,
I stay,
Loving you and regretting nothing,
Regretting everything.