Es mostren els missatges amb l'etiqueta de comentaris poetry. Mostrar tots els missatges
Es mostren els missatges amb l'etiqueta de comentaris poetry. Mostrar tots els missatges

diumenge, 4 de juny del 2017

Please, my girl


Why are you doing this to me?
Oh, please, stop right now!
Yes my girl, I pray to you;
stop this stupid shitty life.
Oh, you can; yeah, I know:
you just ‘ave to pull the trigger…
Yeah, my girl; oh, yeah, my girl;
I can’t stand, in a war without a scence.
In this fight we die alone,
but you and me…, we’re on our own.
Please, my girl, do it right now.
You’re in front, of a body with no soul…

dissabte, 3 de juny del 2017

Light inside of me


Please...
Get this light out of me...
I’m dying in dark right here...
And your sun, and the stars,
they are simply my end words;
‘cause yeah, I wanna kill you...,
but in the end I love you...
‘cause yeah, I’ll be your killer...
If you... don’t... disappear...
Oh, yeah, I don’t know,
if I have to die with you,
or I better live alone;
if the world burn around us
or we’re fire in their eyes...

Help me to survive, my killer


How can I find
my moment in time;
the life I've forgotten,
the second I'll die.

The ships that now drown
on this ocean...
And everyday I
try to stay fuckin' fine.

But you wanna kill me
and I don't wanna fight.
This life is not easy,
I can't even survive.

And the boy that I've chosen,
he will never be mine.

Can you tell me, my guy,
what to do in this life?
If the man that I wanted,
he will never be mine...?

diumenge, 12 de febrer del 2017

Quan el foc mor dins de les flames


Cada segon dins de les flames,
en patiment, la sang bullent,
viu l'escorpí envoltat d'onades
de la calor del foc roent.

De tant en tant doblega potes,
o el recorre un estremiment.
Després de la calor i les flames
vindrà el fred, de neu, d'hivern.

Més ell sap que no ho viurà
quan ja tot s'hagi apagat;
potser el foc ja no hi serà,
però la vida haurà acabat.