Slave Of Dead Poems

Under the moonshine,

The eternal slave of lamentations,

The witch that shines there in the sky

Throwing all your charm,

She doesn't capture me more.

My heart now is smashed,

Over flowed sadness.

Walking among the graves,

The peace is not there,

While they sleep

I intone the cry of my heart

In verses of lamentations.

I lift my hands,

To throw the currents,

Wrapped up of my throat.

I am killing the word that kills

Slave of dead poems

Opening the closed eyes

Behind my mask.

I run under the obscure sky,

The rain falls, the angels cry,

Bitter tears as blood,

They afflict my soul,

I feel so sad

Sad as the angels that cry for me

A slave of dead poems

I look for the one whom my soul love.