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I don’t trust you,
so why are you so important to me?
I don’t believe you,
so why would i die for all of you?

It’s not my intention stopping you from getting closer to me
but every time I hang my coat I see you stalking to take it away from me.
That doesn’t make you irrelevant, you should know it for sure
because every time you stand by my side I lose my sleep and I can not think.
I’m not a stone, I don’t believe you aren’t meant to be.
You are the future, her future, his future, but not mine, I’m sorry to disagree.
You keep collecting the pieces I leave behind like it’s something that I would care
but it’s just a piece, not a trace, and I left it there because I don’t care about the past.
My fingers are sweating when you touch me and I collapse
because i’m afraid you could notice that I don’t mind if you die.
You should ask to all the ones that were here before you cross my path,
I’m not made to be friends with anyone that doesn’t like to live.
I’m in distress for the looks in your eyes.
Not saying a word about the things you should know before we start.
I won’t forget you but you would think I will deny you when I’ll decide
that you are not the ones I wanna take to hell with me when the floor falls.

So I ask again, maybe you could answer me this time:
If I don’t trust you,
why are you so important to me?
If I don’t believe you,
why would i die for all of you?

I slide through windowed hearts.
No more room for me to hide.
Could i request a little coercion?
I’m made of steel but sometimes i feel.

I collide with the walls of my mind.
No need to hide there, he said.
But don’t you think you need comprehension?
I’m made of feathers but sometimes i fall.

I survive the desert winds every day.
I won’t put my soul in doubt anymore.
So let’s asume you are the magnanimous one.
I’m made of anger but sometimes i cry.

I perpetuate the puncturing dots.
Will it make it better to just make it stop?
Lets pretend we are not holes
because i’m made of glue but sometimes i dry.

So put a needle in this vein.
Put the serum to start this heart.
I believe you are made of stones
but i’m made of sea and sometimes i erode.

You are reducing my bones with distractions.
You are revealing yourself, always captious.
Did i upset your mind with my over reaction?
Were you interested before my recreation?
Should i let you grow without interaction?

You are not a seed.
Not a tree.
Not a sprout.
What are you?

Am i obsessed?
Am i confused?
Am i suppressed?
Am i diffuse?
Are you profuse?

You are dividing by the numbers I provide.
All the ciphers straight together, all combined.

I request no subtractions or retractions
nullifying all whos and hows.
Be my first, be my last.
Wonder why.

And you think that you though it’ll happen only once.
But it happened twice.
It happened twice.
Multiply.
It’s just maths.

She danced on the water and the wind was her horn.
The lady danced and everyone was born.
And when she lit the sun the light gave him birth.
The lord of the dance was the king of the earth.

Dance, dance wherever you may be,
For I am the lord of the dance, said he.
I’ll live in you if you live in me,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

I dance in the circle and the flames leap on high.
I dance in the fire and I never, never die.
I dance on the waves on the bright summer sea.
For I am the lord of the waves’ mystery.

I dance in the circle, and I dance in the rain.
I dance in the wind and through the waving grain.
When you cut me down I care nothing for the pain.
In the spring, I’m the lord of the dance once again.

Dance at the sabbat when you dance at the spell.
Dance and sing and everyone be well.
When the dancing’s over do not think I am gone.
To live is to dance, so I dance on and on.

The lord and the lady cast a song across the plains.
The birds sang the notes and gave them back again.
The sound of her music was the song of the sky.
And to that song there is one reply.

Dance, dance wherever you may be,
For I am the lord of the dance, said he.
I’ll live in you if will you live in me,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

The moon in its phases and the tides of the sun,
The movements of the earth and the seasons that will be,
Are the rhythm of the dancing and the promise through the years.
The dance goes on through the joy and the tears.

They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night.
They danced on the earth and everything was light.
They danced in the darkness and they danced in the dawn.
And the day of the dancing still goes on.

I gaze on the heavens and I gaze on the earth.
And I felt the pain of dying and rebirth.
And I lift my head in gladness and in praise of the day.
For the dance of the lord and the lady gay.

I see the maidens laughing as they dance in the sun.
And we count the fruits of the harvest one by one.
We know the storm is coming but the grain is all stored.
We sing to the praise of the lady and the lord.

We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin.
And the sound of her horn is the wailing of the wind.
The call of the hunter as he rides across the plain.
While the lady sleeps till the spring comes again.

The sun is in the southlands and the winds they will chill.
And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill.
The herd stands in stillness as we move in a trance.
But we hold on fast to our faith in the dance.

The sun’s in the southlands and the days lengthen fast.
But soon we will sing for the winter that is past.
But now light the candles and rejoice as they burn.
We dance the dance of the sun’s return.

They cut me down, but I leap up high,
I am the Light that will never, never die
I’ll live in you if you live in me,
For I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.

Dance then wherever you may be,
For I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you on in the Dance, said he.

Love is a sting that never leaves.
People are mad and no one cares.
I blame your polution, your sorcery and your words.
You blame my preconception, my fear and lust.

I’m not here to deprive you of anything that i can’t have.
You say i’m here only to let you fall.

And i’m falling for you.
Every second that this trust grows bigger.
I’m falling for you.
Again and again.
I’m falling in you.
And i can’t keep this feeling inside.

I’m not the kind of girl that lets her heart open wide.
I can’t speak of feelings, that’s not who I am.
But you can decodify this loom desing
and you can follow my fall when i decide
is time to jump from this cliff and die.

You were an infection.
Rotten flesh,
clotted blood.

You called yourself The Forsaken.
And you survived feasting upon us,
mortals.
And you justified it.
But you can’t.
No one can.

You always had choise.
And you always choose to deny.
And between the layers of submision and the layers of betrayal,
you choosed to die.

Let me tell you that Kafka didn’t write about you,
don’t try to be who you are not.
You are different,
but also i am.

I am entangled between thorn arms.
Old black ink stains,
lowing through my old skin.

You were perfect,
the ideal gentleman
with flaming armor.

You called yourself The Forgotten.
And you survived killing anyone
who disagree.
And you vindicated it.
But you can’t.
No one can.

Until you see yourself sowing the seed of fear.
Until you know us, mortals, still mourn your death.
Until these scars tell me that I was wrong,
that it was just another passenger,
tearing up this flesh,
tiring up this blood,
you will never be forsaken,
you will never be forgotten.

So please,
stop haunting my dreams.
I don’t want to be afraid of that darkness.
Not anymore.

Surrender Fist of Broken Illusions. Taking all the pain out, broken to the very bottom of this dangerous and big heart. Did you believe in this to overcome? Had you realize that would be a fucking lie? You took yourself to save your skin and you forgot that you would have to leave me here facing the flames. Face to face, we had born to be defaced. Welcome to my world you fucking little surrender Lord. Your white hair won’t protect you from your illusions to vanish. And your broken soul made your body half souless. I’m sorry; I won’t be there whenever you need help, not quite like before. I’m here trapped in a box made in your head with your Surrender Fist of Broken Illusions.

Debería poder contener mis deseos antes de obtenerlos sin cuidados.
No es lo mismo contemplarlos que desesperadamente anhelarlos.
Podría habértelo dicho antes,
aunque también podría haberlo premeditado.
No es que me arrepienta de mis sueños,
si no de evitarlos.

Your criticism is the pilar of my art.
I know I shouldn’t let you judge me,
but I need your eyes to see.
And you know why.
Your vision of the world is beautiful.
Even more than mine.
And I teach you while you teach me.

You are a lover with ambitions.
I’m a vessel for apprehension.
You are the befores and afters.
I’m the memento of cynicism.

There’s a girl I really like.
But she doesn’t know me and neither do I.
She doesn’t seem extraordinary.
She doesn’t look ordinary.
She is both and none.
I don’t know what kind of witchery she does.
But she does, yes she does.

I dream about her and I never saw her.
And she adores the things I write to her.
The things that started with a treachery
and I will continue to do for her.
I’m her inspiration, and I’m her faith.
She thinks I know her, but I don’t.
But I really don’t, no I don’t.

I’ll keep disguising myself for her.
I’ll show her the man she wants to see.
I’ll give her dreams and hopes and relief.
But I’ll never show her who I am.
No, I’ll not.

She can never be completed with this lack of faith.

I told him to send you a piece of my heart.
I couldn’t make myself fit inside the cardboard box.

Busqué tu nombre en mi vademécum y no te encontré.
Ahora dudo de tu existencia.