My heart is like flowers
fires that burn countenance
Without hope, blind, lost ...
Morbid confessions that the soul does not reveal.
My heart is like flowers
With black thorns that hurt me.
I traveled in the footsteps silent escurdão
Shadows to withdraw my day dreams
To scare me for life.
the bottom of my being dissolve me in a flash of darkness
and I surrender to its power over my darker side,
away from the joys of the flesh, cursed!
Damn! Life Oh! Oh fantasies!
My fate fell to the prison of my soul,
The joys of life are weak for meat
Consumed by darkness.
(This poem I did in my spare time).