⫘⫘⋆༺Solus Incomprende༻⋆⫘⫘

I'm thinking, if I should I had left my soul
Voices would sink and I would complain in silence
Summit my heart to where the darkness rest
And leave behind what the memories had left
Abiding those letters that once my hand had wrote
And burn it deep down into the sea of complete loss

Never brought the light to shine my eyes of new vision to achieve
But to feed my dreams of broken illusions and dust
They keep alive like a written page on a book
Turned into a novel where the corvus fly in lust
Get drunk of the face that many words had told
Never an answer has given to this dreadful old broken heart love


I paint my sorrows and turn memories into art
Reproducing a fire of melancholy
Which flame it is no able to continue no more
But to expand the apocalyptic song of a piano whose keys lost their sound
The music box distorted the pictures and whats left behind

If I should had left my soul things either way wouldn't be bright
Nor a single human, not even my own desolated pride
The voices keep chanting the Memento Mori of the forgotten face
The invisible orchestra whose music delights the silence of my reflection
And the secrets of a forbidden love whose image greatly put me into my knees

It was never intend to rhyme, less to give it a style
But to tell an anecdote that has been written so many times
Its the future indeed, the death of my secrets voices
The mouths whose tongues licks my insanity escaping the beast
And the moment of the cold April, my eternal Decembers

Forgive me… May I did something wrong?
It’s just that I cannot control my demons because I end up all alone.