The first step from the emptyness
still the anxiety was linger
while I tried to drown it
considering the consperacys realness.

Sometimes we all need a moment to think
and this moment was capture
by the smell of the Atlantic ocean,
the beaches and all the people.

I went down in he deep,
in the very deep of a blur
where every action of mine
was just another failure.
I was blaming my dear
as I wanderin lost
almost gone
and did not found the truth
nowhere.

Start to join a life I already left
and I did it again and again
just to chop off my legs
particularly my cock.

What kind of shit is that?

To place myself at the stage
of the freaks loudly
but all I could hear was my heart
beggin for mercy n resurrection
so I could be my only voice once more.

The sun was splendid but the realization
was terrifying,
I was suffocating in paradise
and my smile was a stranger
to the whole world
but yet too afraid too cry,
allways too afraid too cry
in the middle of a game,
one big fucking game

I really dont need to know of ever...