Empty

Moving so many times,
Meeting people every time,
I never had what they do, made me envious.
Meeting people every time, but I have always been in the wrong place...
They feel sorry about me.
But that's the life I wanted to have... Because I do,
I have always been in the wrong place...
They feel sorry about me... 'Cause they know what I feel.
When they look at me they know what I feel.
The worst is that they feel sorry about me!
It's not a matter of time,
It's a matter of
I have always been in the wrong place...

When I look back
There is no-one, that's only me.
And that is not the life I never wanted to have.
It's not a matter of time,
It's a matter of
I have always been in the wrong place...

An Imaginary Friend Is a Good Choice

How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And terrified, thinking I would die?
How many times have I been lied down on my bed, hardly breathing
And even not terrified, wishing I would die?
But these thoughts have left my mind.
I just want to leave this world.
I just want to see things I've never seen in my life.
I just want this sickness to leave me.
Sometimes I feel suffocated.
Today I just don't want to see anything is alive.

No. Imaginary friends are always annoying me, I'm always killing all of them.

"I'm going to give you the choice I never had."

My First Love

I always knew my first love,
But never knew it was my first love.
My love does not have a black beautiful hair,
Either, lovely green eyes.
It is more beautiful than dark hair, and green eyes.

My first love meet me in the end of each day,
Hidding some secret I will never can decipher;
And shows me different faces each day.

But I can not see him any more.
I am so far away from him,
And I know he miss me
And understands me...

I used to see his colored tails,
And all I could see was him,
His incomprehensible body...

As I am more and more sad,
It is more and more beautiful, and
Comprehensible.

I see my golden rose-coloured sunset,
And be right that it is my eternal love.
The misterious sunset,
My misterious love...

I do not deserve all its love...

Time.
Time can change (almost) everything.

My dearest friend, my dearest friend...
Ah, how I miss you!
Ah... How I wish I was young...
I can only get my youth when I am too much old.
But, again, time.
The time is infinite.
We got our whole lives. That's eternal.

Ah, my dearest friend!
I am quite a mistake!
My friends, my friends...
You're nothing!
But (almost) everything I got.
I am the trouble,
You're so sweet.

I miss you so much, real universe!
Ismália...

Where did the salt water go?
Where did the time bring me?

"Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?"

The Loveless Story Of The Sad Blue-Eyed Man

by some lonely angel

Part I - The Man

I've met a creature.
It was pretty quiet,
It was a pretender.
It was unexpected, and it was quite a masked creature.
It was a man.
He was a man, he was a lovely man.
And he was not an idiot.

Part II - The Hero

I've met a creature.
It was just like me,
It was my only friend.
It was just like me, just like me...
I once thought we were the same person.
It was a hero.
He was a bad man, he was an idiot.
But I quite loved him.
And he was the only one who used to make me happy.

Part III - Back to Reality

BUT
The problem is that the perfect, the wonderful hero...
He doesn't exist.
Ripped my heart out off;
Right where it is weak, right where it is naive.
Still alive only the man, no longer my hero.
So I go back,
Back to the sadness' clouds,
The lonely clouds.
Where it is home,
The place I know; the place I know it is home.
The black home,
The fetid home.