breakdown

Give me a single soul without suffocation, free me from the shackles of the Maya,  daggers of pain and desperate attempts of hope since time immemorial in which the world has become a vast battlefield  a real valley of discord and eternal conflict since it has become a large cemetery where the lie is buried in which the soul becomes with each generation more helpless and dark, tired of strength, claim, survival, shouting and voices, killed a soul that fell   inside the bottom of existence with loneliness, fear, and the curse of existence.

Your blood provokes the memory of my downed mind. Blood contaminated with lies of existence, two eyes filled with involuntary tears, like a picturesque painting that reveals the misery of Heaven. Let them hear your ruin and your Devastation and ignore my dumb imagination. I am tired of the imagination of a grave, the creator of death, to give your blood to my homeless satanic, to send this blood alms to all free evildoers.

I loved those smiles and those red roses wrapped Daggers

Yes, I loved you and behold, I give you my love, In the most beautiful ways