Alter ego


sunken idols

The moments i captured are the birds that flew away

the promises i gave are the sins of today

the houses i lived in are the prisons of my past

the faces i remember are some stranger’s cast

the smiles i showed are the nightmares i hided

the lies i told are the paradise i landed

the kisses i gave are the fights i lost

the laughs i shared are my secret ghost

the paths i crossed are the dreams i swept

the words i spoke are the secrets i kept

the love i received are the friendships i failed

the lands i ploughed are the oceans i sailed

the obsessions i buried are the monotony i am in

the passions i owned are the scarecrows i’ve seen

the fears i tamed are the reasons i cried

the mornings i got up are the nights i died

the moments i am here are the ones i am away

the words i dislike are the ones i say

the life i live is a song from the past

the melodies i sing will not last

Lonesome drifter

black-dressed feelings

I do not know where i belong, i do not know what i did wrong

I am just a lonesome drifter

I turn off the streetlights and i go to bed

I wake up from the crying voices of the sun

I grind my knifes, traffic light is red

I kill my fabricated fears and i run

I ignore the echoes of the days i missed

I sink into the concrete of my mind

I jump and hide myself inside the mist

I stab all the shadows i can find

I lift my ghosts up in the empty sky

I smell the breath of despair

I ask myself why

I guide myself where

I tumble like a barrel down the hill

I put my consciousness in a wheelchair

I feed my handicapped spirit that is still ill

I swallow my voice and i scream this is not fair

I smell the misery leaking from the walls

I hear the cracking of the window panes

I eavesdrop the minds of the evil dolls

I exorcise past memories and pains

I listen to the sound of the bleeding iron rods

I sit on the black velvet armchair

I touch the flesh of the legendary gods

I close my eyes and i do not care

I do not know what i feel, i do not know what is real

I am just a lonesome drifter


fragmented idols

scheming enigmas

Their thoughts like symplegades of fear and lust

clashing with each other for the pain to last

And their wide- open eyes with no sight

reluctant to see their light

And their squeezed fists with no dare

unable to fight for all they share

And their lungs high as the sky, blue

with no window to fly through

And their lips zipped with a threat

bleeding from cowardice and regret

And their hearts like cenotaphs of neglected desires

burying passions with their fires

And their brains like melting pots

boiling curses and evil plots

And their veins like rotten roots

fresh- cut grass downtrodden by iron boots

And their mind hacked by a ranger

spreading viruses of danger

And their souls like fireworks of despair

empty graves with no air

And their mouths like hurricanes of spit

twisting words with shit

And their faces like the mirrors of hell

hiding all that they could tell

Lonesome happiness

wasted bliss

wasted bliss

One- eyed thoughts barefoot in the wastelands of your mind

Lance- shaped ignorance foretelling you are blind

Locked fears in the prisons of your enslaved brain

Wet eyelashes singing in the muddy rain

Elephant trunks carrying you across the water

Pine needles injecting you with poisonous laughter

Dethroned pride incubating shame

Bleeding flesh raped by dissonant fame

Tree fingers subjugating your mystic kiss

Swallowed hook by an impatient fish

Dark waters mirroring your cheap mask

Sweet wind mourning your barbed past

Echoes of cursed voices undressing your heart

Lonesome happiness is all that you can bark


skeptical figures

sceptical figures

I met people with beautiful and ugly faces,

people coming from all sorts of places

I met people with big mouths and sealed souls

And people with the talent to multiply their roles

I met people with iron fists made of childhood fears

And people panoplied with coward ears

I met people who wanted to run away

And people who searched and found their way

I met people with dreams that knocked them out

And people with lies that bailed them out

I met people drowned in their boggy land

And people lost in their paradise yard

I met people with crazy mothers alive

And people with wise fathers buried in land

I met people with naked hearts crying from cold

And people with warm eyes that remained unsold

I met people empty of desire

And people jealous of what they admire

I met people with bad lovers that failed them

And people whose selfishness trained them

I met people with guts and determination

And people whose shelter became their handicapped nation

I met people who would judge before they knew

And people who would question and go through

I met people I never understood

No matter if I did all I could

I met people I loved no matter what I said

And people I wish I would had never met