Awakening

This morning was miserable,
like the weather.

Gray and dull, slow and senseless.

I feel as sick as the sky,
the wind through my lungs burns on it's way out.

The eve announces the day, so they say...

The morning was miserable,
like the weather.

La Llave

Como una sustancia que te nubla los sentidos
con un sentimiento de acercarse a la verdad.

Como ese silencio con sabor a infinito
te pierde en su magia con tanta facilidad.

Se paraliza el tiempo,
la venas arderan.
Viviendo este momento,
sin mirar hacia atrás.

Es esa mirada que atraviesa el laberinto,
palabras teñidas de profunda oscuridad.

Mi sangre en llamas no razona o sobrevive...
anticipa una guerra y no se cura con amor.

Mi alma contra el viento
no reconocerá
el valor de este momento,
ni lo recordará...

Como el viento y la marea...

The Corridor

This was doomed from the start.

The sequence itself tainted and belittled,

my heart in essence laid bare.

The cuts, the scars

they felt deep and strange

like reminiscences of ancient wounds

that have been late to heal.

Once again comes the flood,

yet again over myself.

I cannot conquer me,

so how am I to see?

Down into it again

flashes of red,

shadows in black,

time stands still in this impish night.

The dream that was

the night that is

the thought that counts

within this breach.

A breach of lust,

in the midst of rain.

A rain of tears

in sudden flame.

This was doomed from the start... and you alone will know what this eve holds.