Demons die so smoothly

You can’t hate me for what I’ve been till tonight
Depressive look and a glass-stained glimpse
Of a shadowed past somewhere lost
Beyond the fear that vanishes the fog.

You can’t judge me for what I’ve been till tonight
Death whispers so low that I bet that I’m not the one
Whose shadow is lost somewhere in a long long past
Protected by the fear that rapes me in the fog.

So let you know
I’m miserable enough
To taste you slow
To make you proud
To feel you well
To show you my hell
The one I conceived
With the seeds you despised
Demons die so smoothly
And I feel you praying for a miscarried god.

You can’t love me just for tonight
Moon’s shadows left for the light
A mistress widow with a lazy heart
Head so low, I’m your butterfly…

I’m your butterfly…
I’m your butterfly…
Butterfly… your butterfly…

05.12.04

Innocence dies in the murmurs of silence

Through the haze of your sad melody
I feel the strain of your fragile fingers
And I hear the voice of a wounded thinker…
The vagrant taste of your sad melody
Revives a past in which I was the real me…
Steamy mirrors
Linking flowers blooming in your heart…
You’re a dreadful angel
With smiles of spark
This is your secrecy
This is your poetry…
Oblivion thoughts and miracles
Come alive in the gaze of your emptiness
In the loss of your madness;
You breathe creatures from the Neverlands
We’re here to last as long as we want to…
A fragile finger
A silent thinker
And visions of oblivion;
I want you to
Feel the real you
At the same time that I deny the crime
Of my revelation…
Pure innocence
Drawing traces of a final breath
Where demons rise
And virgins compromise
With creatures from the Neverlands
We’re to suffer as long as we want to…
Bleeding scars
Frightful stars
The appearance and the revelation;
You hide your face
I draw the trace
Of your desolation
I protect you from yourself
And you want me to deny
That your innocence dies…
In silence you cast away your sad melodies…

03.08.04

heart-machine

The souls you’ve fed

Are back from the dead…

Esboço da Melancolia

Mergulho no pântano que esta noite está sob protecção da lua
E apodero-me da quietude que outrora fora tua.
Que silêncio este que me envolve, uma brisa serena que se faz sentir,
No ar húmido da noite, começo a existir…
Numa fuga momentânea sigo o caminho até ao subtil,
Embalado compassadamente pelo silêncio taciturno que me abraça.
Com os ecos anelantes que vagueiam, perdidos do seu mundo,
Esboço almas que aguardam impacientemente um corpo
Em que possam continuar a existir…
A brisa serena faz-se sentir, no ar húmido da noite começo a submergir.
Musas desfalecidas rodeiam o meu corpo e seguram-no sob mim,
E vejo-me, pântano de carne e de desejo, pedaço inerte fora de gravitação,
Sem ti sou tudo e contigo… contigo não sei o que serei… é aqui que me sinto,
É aqui que existo, na ópera da noite e no silêncio taciturno,
Anjo sem asas, ente nocturno.

04.09.04