Shade by the moonlight 

The sun is a candle…

burning inside the mirror 

Yet another reflection

It’s rays fall cold on my skin

A bleached rose

smell the sixteen,

Whirl in the abyss of love

An ocean,

Drowning in its waves

The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs

A burning thirst,

addicted to the flames of your kisses,

fallen into a shade by the moonlight

The forever winds

Breezing on my rugged skin

The memories to the grave

Wilted flowers carried from it’s stones

Into the skies,

When I become gray



The last sunset 

A breath that lives

A mother’s kiss printed on your forehead

farewells into the open sea

A sailor’s oath 

Hands printed into the wood,

and feet anchored in the deep waters

The curse of the black chest

You swim with the snakes,

and despoil with the wolves

You eat with the strangers,

and fight besides your brothers

The vanity

The Gold and wine

The withering pleasures of flesh, 

The molten statues of youth

Dusted, and ruining

With the sea’s song along a soft tide,

You catch the last sunset

A mother’s smile 

As you drown,


into the oblivion 


Stare long enough into the night, 

Until you see the stars 

And when your eyes become familiar with their shapes, 

Watch them fade, 


before the break of a new sun

Life is joy, 

and suffering 

Fabricated dreams drawn in the clouds

changing at the blow of the first wind 

It is easier to accept the night



than the day

Before a thousand eyes,

peering into your soul 

ripping your guts for the vultures 

When church is where we belonged

Before the priest set afire on the witch 

And in all,

my short life I have cherished 

Known a thousand men but one soul

With no regrets,

my ashes will be swept along Salem’s streets 

Hell’s gate 

The hymns of the church,

Sounds of the bells at a hell’s gate

We kneel before blooded altars, 

Our hands bruised from wars of life
a dirty past or a tainted tomorrow 

The devil is not a liar

His mistress will choke you in your sleep
For the bottles are of glass

Crushed onto a hard rock

The taste of a dead wine may soak a burren field 
a wild wind, 
Chasing the colors of a fading love

Into a sunset,

A winter night

A red moon and hungry wolves

bleached withered roses,

Frozen by the Sea of souls 

With the rising smoke

Dancing in the flames

find me at the hell’s gate 

empty universe

I cannot look into her eyes

the soul of a mother long gone

I hate my face in the mirror
I dread the stranger within

My sunken brown eyes are faded
Like the falling sand,
the statue of my self is erased

Life is a joke,
and I’m the clown
I perform to an empty theater,
and laugh at my own shadow

The voices are in my head,
the puppets and the songs
the whisperers and the screams

When I lay in the dark,

I close my eyes,
to the howls of my demons inside

I’m married to the night

Someday I had hoped,
that when I’m done with my acts,

In the heavens,
where you live
We would laugh forever,
like we always did

A life to give

Someday you look through the window and it’s all just the same

An overgrown lawn and broken mailbox 

Surrounded by wild flowers whose color became one with the shade of your tearful heart

And not the joy of a bright sunrise could cheer you up
But a dying flame,
Lone in a black universe
With a rapture dawning,
You may shut your eyes 

to his last breath.

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