On and on...

Otra de esas largas noches de trabajo hasta la madrugada. Por suerte se están terminando... Creo que una noche más y volveré a estar "en fecha" con mi trabajo. Las cosas están saliendo bien, así que más allá del cansancio físico constante, estoy satisfecho.
Como siempre, sé que dormir inmediatamente no es una opción, así que supongo que me tomaré un descafeinado luego de escribir esto mientras espero que a mi cerebro le bajen las revoluciones. A ver si sale algún poemita improvisado...

Waves of darkness I ride again so I can leave behind the pain
Of ever laying my eyes upon the beauty of light, magic and more.
For there was a time when I could cast every single fear and worry at last
Away for a moment that went so fast, fast like never before.
It was her warmth, her tender skin...
It was her love... It was my sin...

Silent darkness

An old poem of mine...

Silent darkness, eerie night,
which way is wrong and which is right?
Which will lead me to heaven's way
and which will leave me in hell astray?

Aimlessly wandering, clouded by fears, and sins and pain... My lust for you is strong and it chains me to this wretched place... This place where my perversion seems to be the only thing real...
I shall remain dead, until we meet again... and again... and again... Burning once more like the everlasting flame of our own desire...

Fear of the past

Eyes full of pain, you smile with regret.
You close them for hours trying to forget.
Tears on your cheeks and scars on your skin
Tell of a time of darkness and sin.

Mournful past of sorrow, oh how you struggled in vain!
The fear will always linger, for it may happen again...

You open your eyes and you just see the same.
Nothing is there. Nothing is there...
Nothing...

Overcome with sadness

Cold and heavy, a soul that lingers in a room of silent whispers...
I hear their voices, calling my pain, calling her name, maybe it's the same.
Hands made of shadows dance around, playful... Reach for me, sinful...
They grab me and pull me, lift me and toss me... Hopeless.
Like an old doll, its playtime over, so has my body lost its will to move.
In nothingness I stay, looking without seeing. Endless darkness.
Fear.
The icy touch, a link to reality. The falling of drops, a countdown to insanity.
If ever I had control, it was lost to the agony of this room...
Stains on the walls become a message for the living, the art of believing.
Waiting for the light, dressing in red every second of every night.
Will it ever end? Colorless drops are lost forever.
Bottomless pit for the mournful, will you give me shelter?
Pain.
Spreading like a disease, merciless and cunning, going for the kill.
A glorious death for the unseen victim, smiling a stake through the heart.
My fate was to suffer... My redemption denied...
Marked from birth and to the last breath, my purpose was one.
The black curtains, witness to my revelation, filter the light that signals the end.
Fire of my life, will you forgive me?
Weakness.
And then I sleep.