martes, 11 de diciembre de 2007

La pesadilla.


Hoy me invade la negrura de la muerte solitaria. Se esconde detrás de la cortina de la vida. Se esfuma cual si fuere una bruma pesada; esparce mis sentimientos, quebranta mi voluntad. ¿Me escuchas desde allá? ¿Que será de tu suerte en aquel mundo lejano? Incertidumbre, pánico, fobias ¡Terror total! Tu corazón frió, tu rostro pálido y tu piel tersa, ahora tiesa. La dureza de las tinieblas nos eclipsa la tranquila noción de la realidad. Se van las fuerzas del alma, como pausadas se derrumban con ensordecedor estruendo; ante mis ojos impotentes veo apagarse la vida de aquel ser que fue… se extingue la llama de mi alegría con el helado y seco viento de tu violenta partida… adiós por siempre.

miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2007

Evil Ways


The hands of time are runnin' down.
An unstoppable force,
it's always turning 'round.
Evil ways are creeping in.
The unshakable foe, a war that I can't win.
Something inside is pushing me to do wrong but I
know I've got to try to maintain.
With all I take in around me I find it hard to believe this
world is gonna change.

I'm caught in between the real and the fake
What's hard to earn.
What's easy to take.

Black and white have become the same.
The lines have blurred it's all
the same shade of grey.
It's always hidden, nothing is given.
I feel it beating inside the form that I'm in.
Put in the work but it never works out
the only thing that's promised is pain.
Search for meaning, for a glimmer of truth.
But it always seems to end up the same.

It's no way to live, but I live this way.
Constant moral decay.

The hands of time are runnin' down.
An unstoppable force,
it's always turning 'round.
Evil ways are creeping in.
The unshakable foe, a war that I can't win.
Something inside is pushing me to do wrong but I
know I've got to try to maintain.
With all I take in around me I find it hard to believe this
world is gonna change.

I'm caught in between evil ways.

Iron Age