Love Is An Abyss

Love is an abyss. You stay on the top of it, depending on the choices you make. One mistake and the ground beneath you might break. Sometimes the wind turns into your best ally, giving you balance and control, keeping you from falling. But the wind blows in all directions, and it will blow to the abyss as well. That will be a tough moment, where you'll have to be strong.
As you travel through the abyss you'll find different types of trails. Solid, muddy, fragile, slippery. Travelling here is hard. I mean, really hard, since you know you might fall anytime. It is deep, so if you fall, you'll suffer and it will take you a lot of strenght to stand on your feet again and climb the cliffs up, to the top. As long as you do things right, feeding no temptation, you'll be rewarded. The walk is long and hard. Some make it, others fall. Those who fall might never get up that abyss, losing themselves in the depths of it. The ground there is made of sorrow, sadness and pain. Climbing up is horrifying, in all that suffering you just felt. Your legs will be numb, your arms to. In the end you'll reach the top. The sun will remind you of what you lived up here. You'll recall the mistake you made and you'll try not to do it again.
Happiness is an achivement, a conquest, you fought to get and you'll fight to protect.
Love is like an abyss. Use all you can to keep on the top of it and don't make the same mistake twice.

A true kiss is like a blooming flower, pure and peaceful.

Written By: Myself

Gray Day

Odd Clouds
Up in the sky
Moving silently
Slow, calmly

Heavy clouds
Gray concrete
Endless rain
Cries in vain

Blind, is rain
Falling down
Raining blood
A birth, a flood

The sun is there
But you can't see
Rain and Clouds
What the sky's meant to be

Written by: Myself

Mãe

Mãe és a vida
Que me sustenta nos seus braços
Do dia-a-dia

Mãe mata no coração
A Amargura
E a Solidão

Mãe és os pés
Que me empurram
Contra as marés

Mãe és a tempestade
Que me guia só
Em busca da felicidade

By Myself

Farol

Luz ardente
Que me guia
Sugado pela corrente
Me enche de alegria

Perto de ti anseio
Um dia chegar
Para que possa sem receio
Na tua face tocar

Milhas viajo
És tudo o que vejo
Sigo guiado pelo desejo

Perto de ti estou
Não entendo como tão depressa
A tua luz se apagou

By Myself

Adeus

Adeus ao céu
Adeus às nuvens
Adeus a todas as aventuras
Que vivi debaixo de ti

Adeus ao túmulo
Adeus ao corvo
Que perfura o meu corpo
Deitado a teus pés

Adeus ao aço
Adeus à corrente
Que as minhas mãos pretende
Prender-me ao teu amor

Adeus ao fogo
Adeus Amor
Que nasces como uma flor
Triste, atrás de mim

By Myself

Mar Negro

Mar Negro
Onde não vejo
Mas desejo
O meu reflexo

Inaudito choro
Que choras em mim
Como o cravo entre rosas
Que cresce no meu jardim

Finito silêncio
Repleto
De incompleto
Movimento

Negro céu
Sobre este negro mar
Viste tu um dia
Meu barco naufragar

Meu barco juntas
A esse mistério
Triste cemitério
De falhadas navegações

Saudade sinto
Por aquela que detém o meu coração
Repousando calmo
Na sua fina e suave mão

By Myself

Slaughter House

Someone’s behind me. I can’t believe it. I look back once again but no one’s there. Is this a trick of my mind? I feel like I’m hearing things that don’t exist, but deep inside I know that someone’s following me. I proceed. Maybe I’ll hear something. I got to admit that I’m completely frightened. Why is this happening to me? A step! I heard I step! I can’t take this anymore! I run. Run as fast as I can. I’m not far from safety. A bit more and I’ll be home. Yes, I made it. Let’s see. Right pocket, left pocket. My keys! Can’t find them anywhere. Shit! This is not happening!
-Are you looking for this?
Oh no. My body is trembling like an hangman struggling. I turn around
-Good evening – I said
- Hello. You seem to have dropped this pack of keys. – replied the young man who stood before me. He looks pretty common. Looks like there is no reason to be scared after all. – Are this keys yours?
-Yes, I was running…I mean in a rush, and I didn’t notice they had fallen. – I explained – Thank you.
-I understand, you have to be more careful –then he looks at me and says – You never know what can happen in the night, when darkness has risen.
He said this with a strange voice. His eyes also had a strange glow, pretty strange. He gives me the keys and leaves without saying a word.
Morning after. Seems like it’s going to be a quiet day. I’ll spend my day at home. Hours pass, nothing to do. Then I receive a call.
-Hello-I say
-…
-Someone there? – I ask
-Look…at…the…window
-What? What do you…- I look. There is blood there. What is happening? I get closer. There is a corpse on the floor.
- What on hell is going on? - I ask myself
- What do you think it’s happening?
I turn around and there is a guy there. His face is covered with some kind of tissue.
-Do you know something about this house’s story? Do you know what it was used for?-he asked violently- During the war, 65 years ago, France was captured by Italy and Germany. A big number of Nazi soldiers and officers were sent to Paris, to protect it from conquest attempts. But not only for that. One of their objectives was to capture Jews, who were running from their nations, trying to survive. This is one of the houses where Nazi officers brought the Jews they captured. This was a slaughter house. The screams you heard when you were sleeping were real. I’ve been living here since I was slain. I was just a simple person, like you, and I don’t want anybody to live here.
-Please, you got to understand….I have nowhere to go.
-You are making a wrong choice.
I hear the door locking behind him. Then he says.
-That dead girl, near you, made the same mistake. Look what her. Maybe this is meant to be a slaughter house…forever. Everyone must taste a painful death like I did.
He grabs a hammer. Looks at me with those horrifying eyes. I step back. There is no exit. It’s my end. How could this be happening to me.
-I followed you last night. You were scared to death when I gave you the keys. I love to see people scared and frightened, especially when they are on their way to meet death.
I start to pray. He starts to walk.
-Get ready…to suffer like never before!
I close my eyes and say my last prayer.
-Say your last words!
-Angel Of The Lord….I Summon You To Shine!!!
A flash. A light bright than any light. Salvation. The corpse disappeared. The man disappeared as well. Now two things lay on the floor. A crucifix and a feather, an angelic feather. My last prayer was heard. My pure soul saved me, as well as the souls of those slaughter by this man. I’m sure of it. They are now resting in peace, and I, left to continue my life. Angel of the Lord, thank you, for listening.

Written By: Myself

Yesterday

Yesterday was

And will be,

Forever,

Yesterday

Past
Left behind

Forgotten

Never Recalled

The day I slept on

In the morning

I carry on

Looking back is death

Written By: Myself