Lately my texts haven't shown the dark side of mine which was stuck in the ground of weak demonstrations of useless life. Now I will be back to my darkened thoughts, back to the night of doom, of gothic tendencies, where my soul turns its face to the hatred which has been spared for long.
And wherever I look I see the damn of the ones who fall into the pit of shadows, where my lovely evil side appears so heavily and where the end seems to be closer. Only now can I see that every single act of mine is poisoned with bad things, with vain feelings, and even so I do not regret it a little.
Someday will I regret this words, and even now I do regret saying such miserable things, anyway this is what I fell right now around 9:40 o'clock in Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, during a melting summer or if not a summer I do not have any idea of which fucking station may I be on.
The only good feeling is the love wich I bend here inside, the love of the one that I cannot yet name for still it is in the shadow of the thought of mine, and I could in such a way name more than a thousand, not only persons, not only things, not only ideas... If I believed in hell would it be here? Right now everything becomes a nightmare, right now when all of my life is among perfections and where the songs may be sung happily, but with such a great resentful accent that any joyful word would seem like a scar, a wound, a pain which is now disguised.
Right now I am hearing Nightwish, and its obscure music makes me grow in my thoughts of darkness, of sweet kindness, of gentle lust. My sins are so small now, the idea of sin is so away from me that I could say lots of idiot things and even them would look like full of redemption, now must I stop saying what my heart tells me to say, for my heart was never a good emperor of my own life, too much suffering it has brought where only light should shine.
And wherever I look I see the damn of the ones who fall into the pit of shadows, where my lovely evil side appears so heavily and where the end seems to be closer. Only now can I see that every single act of mine is poisoned with bad things, with vain feelings, and even so I do not regret it a little.
Someday will I regret this words, and even now I do regret saying such miserable things, anyway this is what I fell right now around 9:40 o'clock in Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, during a melting summer or if not a summer I do not have any idea of which fucking station may I be on.
The only good feeling is the love wich I bend here inside, the love of the one that I cannot yet name for still it is in the shadow of the thought of mine, and I could in such a way name more than a thousand, not only persons, not only things, not only ideas... If I believed in hell would it be here? Right now everything becomes a nightmare, right now when all of my life is among perfections and where the songs may be sung happily, but with such a great resentful accent that any joyful word would seem like a scar, a wound, a pain which is now disguised.
Right now I am hearing Nightwish, and its obscure music makes me grow in my thoughts of darkness, of sweet kindness, of gentle lust. My sins are so small now, the idea of sin is so away from me that I could say lots of idiot things and even them would look like full of redemption, now must I stop saying what my heart tells me to say, for my heart was never a good emperor of my own life, too much suffering it has brought where only light should shine.
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um beijo querido...ouça um bob e escreve algo pra ver oq sai....hehehe..nightwish é down, mas curto o som tbm..bjocass...cris
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