No more...

I don't wanna be
,no more,
the shelter
of your anger.

I wanna be
the sun
through the dark
the shelter
of hope
the place,
that you left behind.

Knowledge time

Streets away
so away
from the darkness
of my soul.

I feel
the raining
covering
my cloths.

I run
and run
just,
against
you.

My intimate
friend
you
my bastard
son.

Through
lights
people,
steam,
experience.

I was found
my self,
dumped away
in the darkness
way
of my naked
and crying
soul.

There,
where the
knowledge
was
I found
it.

Through
lights,
people,
and steam
where you,
my soulmate
bastard!
you...

Sweet addiction...

I'd been
contaminated
with this
sweet poison,
I'd been
captured
with this
hypnotic song.

I feel the smoke
through my lungs
and it seams
so sweet.

Then,
I can dream
I can fall in love
with this
sweet addiction,
and wake up
no more...

In the shadows of Marylin... (48th day)

The wind
of the darkness
blow.

Through the naked
skin
of my soul.

The nightmare
remain...
and the Sun
will
wake up,
no more

In those days
when the Faith
isn't exist
in those days
like today,
when the hope
evaporates,
and just remains
the shadows,
the shadows...
of Marilyn.

The dream,
the reality,
the night
in a one minute
begins.

The tears
fall,
down my
cheeks,
and the dreams
,breaks,
in nightmare.

The reality...
still there.

Is possible
fallow dreams,
but you
will be alone,
is possible
fallow the Faith
but no one,
will believe
in you.

Is possible
fallow the hope
but she,
might
not fallow you.

That is
the drama,
the reality
that shows
the shadows...
of Marylin,
the beginning
an the end,
of the soul.