terça-feira, 5 de junho de 2012

Only the shadows

Only the shadows


Only the shadows that remain of the yesteryear
He had been a strong man, a dreamer,
And now rotted decomposing,
Really close to a be strange,
And where is some thought of scratching
Huge bedsore to see composed
Filled with insanity, and in a daze,
The pathways of hell now meeting.
And follow each trail toward the end,
Failure after failure that remains for me
Harvest field painful and so fatal,
Smells the same where I came from nothing
And so will return with my whole heart,
While this battle vainly desert.


MARCOS LOURES

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