Sem título #002

A new day's dawn is not always welcome

Uneasy dreams can wake still unsettled

And become a daymare

Survive the odds is not a great achievement

There's a lurking risk on every careless dreaming

Of damages that can't be repaired

Here you are where all your dreams had crumble

Your faltering steps carry a wish to stumble

As to justify a fall

Too much you think about what never happened

Too lost you are inside the storm you weather

Too blind to look forth and reach a higher ground

What begins with a dream, may lie dead fair and clean

But the mourn of this loss won't be for all to share

What you knew from the start now is falling apart

And you're learning much more than you can bear

Behind the curtains of a confuse thinking

There's a diffuse fear in which you feel like sinking

And your hope seems too scarce

Every smile's a desperate try to elude

A cry for help that won't be understood

Bittersweet is the taste of this farce

You know the truth but still you cannot feel it

All efforts made already born defeated

And too wrong to amend

Meaningful things just could have been granted

A time of joy that would have never ended

It was all at the grasp of your hands

Is this truth just a guise or an excuse for lies?

Have you heard all you wanted but not all that was said?

Was it all you believed based on foundations so weak

And now if feels like you can make it stand?

Careless living

Undefined

Desperation

Guiding light

Sanctuary

Silent tone

Hopeless anguish

Last chance

Gone

Too far you're gone and now there's no returning

Nothing left to do but watch the bridges burning

With a lunatic grin

You contemplate your own disintegration

Too hard you strive but there's no deviation

From this downward spiral you're in

Who are you now that all you were is lacking?

Each step you tread you hear the floor is cracking

At the weight of your woe

You want to keep it as your sole possession

Too scared to live without this recollection

But you know you just have to let go

Did this new man that stands ever thought beforehand

That the death of his old self was meant all along?

All the tears and the fear, rearranged to appear

Like the verses of a brand new song?

Will this knowledge you own stay with you when you're gone?

Or will it fade like a faith in a godless bliss?

Can this long lost embrace

Leave a smooth aftertaste

Just as sweet as a last goodbye's kiss?