Hero

A hero walking in the night of nightmares, watching the men go, stalking concidera men that their enemies seeking his nemesis among them, creating new enemies to enjoy life or what he believes is his fate, seeing what others can not see, being a guardian in the shadows looking for the acceptance of their peers and the admiration of the men, believing themselves superior to others, highlighting their strengths to try to hide their weaknesses, trying not to be killed, wanting to live forever, even was only a memory, bringing smiles to his supporters and tears to their opponents.

judged than waiting for their evil deeds if they are only willing to send their virtues measures on men and beasts alike, noting that Justice is the right.

Empty even with so much glory, eaten away by its failures and its decepiciones, looking in a mirror looking at that are not as perfect as they claim to be or think they are weak and insecure, with fears and frustrations as all men, for them we represent or admire it. Attempting to identify with any of them. But there are people like me who is not master in no resemblance to them if they did their counterparts who are more human than human, uqe have lost many times and few have to win, they often are higher than my heroes and even so by the author should like to lose.

Here is the anti-heroes who mix the best of both worlds and still are despised.

Way to long I've tried to be
What I could never be
For too long you've rolled the dice
But you can't control me
I ain't talking about romance
You may fiddle I may dance
Anyway it's just a game we play

"Superhero" - Edguy

CRW

I look around people wonder why I'm here, I do not care I'm still working on my stuff while I look at her. Nobody knows that she has saved me countless times, many of them I did not deserved it, many times even when the star was much displeased, took his hand waiting to see any reaction.

The only thing I can do is hope for is to be at your side while I have strength and will power, fighting is the only way of life with her until she showed me another world beyond the dreams and illusions, where he could live or survive for a time without the need to wake up. The broken wings of a dream that was charred by the fire of the society that believes in principles obsolete, a society in which to enjoy living, to which I always hate, always smiling even in the worst of times even though he had lost even though it had destroyed bastard, you avoided my madness creating a covenant that I was restricted and make me walk away from you, but always remain tied to that promise.

I have called to my own demons, only to not go crazy so fast, my despair gave me strength, my thirst has allowed me to see new perspectives, my hatred has replaced my reason, my arrogance has allowed me keep from falling but like everything has a price, one that eventually will destroy me, but it's something I'm willing to pay. I will fulfill my revenge, no matter what.

I have fought for a life that I will never be able to own try to be many times I have something that may never be, something I always wanted no both wanted, but we could never get and I have left to be desired.

Nothing else matter.

Smile

Deceived by lies, while forgetting the mark disappears, reading between the lines waiting for an answer that did not come, seeing illusions mistaken with reality, trying to concentrate, trying not to think of you, looking for clues knowing that there will be a happy, smiling as I have no nothing to smile, a memory which force and I get weak, I see and think, I am to find a reason to fight, a rose that disappears into the woods, looking for new places, meeting with old friends, seeing new faces where no one known, analyzing reactions, test theories, enjoying the pain I feel doing your best not to give up. A strange feeling I was intoxicated, as to its essence, I write seeking solutions, posing pictures, simplifying things, but even dream it, but now they are my worst nightmare, because not even be with her even if I want it, wanting to be forgiven for something I felt, what I thought, drugged with a memory that eats away my soul, or what remains of it, a smile that killed me so quietly and precisely, like a shot from close range. I wish that she was not so good. But it is time to be what it really were and what I can not fail to be, because my friend will be the night and the moon my confidant.

Smiles again into a stupor like an involuntary act back utopian to believe in something, knowing the background, way over my footsteps wander again even knowing the outcome, seeing the time pass and people change, nothing in perpetuity, that nothing is forever, the people are by build their actions, which define what they are, some good some not so, some seeking their good, but eventually other idealizing no one can give a general opinion without being affected by their past and perspectives.

But for now I can only keep going because there will not be nothing, doing what it means necessary to survive even this implying lose even what little I have. Because today is a good day to die.

Just like every day has a down I will fight until the end.

NCRPLS

Looking for not get you, read warnings, walking among the dead, riding trails, watching epitaphs and statues, watching graves forgotten for generations, thinking about the seven seals and seven trumpets, a prophecy that has terrorized the world for so long, like so many others to many cultures, one day it would seem that the sun will not rise again, the religion that seeks to explain unexplainable things at that moment, it loses its mystify, but still gives so much hope, but not without a price. Crimes committed in the name of a superior being, rules that obscure the view of men, which sometimes avoid their growth, others rise both to new levels of illumination or appear so. I do not care if there is one, none or an infinite number of gods, if there is something greater than human, there will be one of my race that exceed, as the Olympians beat the Titans and heroes had overcome them as well. The men created their science to explain what many tried to hide or forget, but even so there are things that have not been able to explain and may have to take generations to achieve.

Trying to not believe in fate, fighting to not succumb to the gods or to my own demons, drawing strength from a memory, looking for new reasons, seeing new scenarios for this play called life, walking between supporting actors, now without a script think that I can choose something more than just a soundtrack, living between two lands, looking to follow that way, seeking who are the major players and what the side ones, needing things that seem useless, watching people who seem more dead than alive, people absorbed by a monotonous life, slaves to a rotten society.

I am Hunting High and Low
Diving from the sky above
Looking for, more and more, once again
I'm Hunting High and Low
Sometimes I may win sometimes I'll lose
It's just a game that I play

"Hunting High And Low" - Stratovarius

"Es mejor morir de pie que vivir toda una vida arrodillado." (It is better to die standing than live a lifetime on his knees.)
-Emiliano Zapata-

has lost

I see some words and I feel that I have heard elsewhere, for me and it makes no sense I have heard a lot of time, things do not change no matter anything, I've lost I've won I see things in perspective, my life has not been so bad I won where many only dream and lost it in hat I wanted a star and a rose escaped from my hands or perhaps never were mine, one that was so far beyond my reach so that I could only scream for her and other can never reach that always put their thorns in front of me, I never mind being hurt but in the end things were useless, no matter what I would do and what I did was never enough, no matter the effort.

Road and redo try not to think in my destroyed world, I see that there are only ashes and ruins, but no matter because it is not the first time, but I'll do my best to avoid this again, I may not as strong as I thought but I do not regret if necessary die again, smile because I can not lose but the raven is low, and the rose is far from my safety. The shadows that I've always been careful, that solitude has allowed me to find an answer, bridges and has shown me has made my mind run wild. This divine comedy or tragedy in which I lived, with whom I enjoyed seeing the true faces of people, showing what I really am, trying not to show another face, inglorious bastard, traveler, dreamer simply trying to build a new dream, to believe I write things tired, drunk and blinded by my hatred of evil, the way and enjoy this world full of pests, diseases, death, chaos and destruction, which I have called home, the place where I belong.

Live and die for what you believe, because if not you will live for others and not for you

Alarm

Lured by dreams, which lie along life some you capture images without regard otrs give you false hopes. taking your pride and destozan, earrings vanity and show your weaknesses, but sometimes you do more damage one day showing you what you were and what will never be showing you what you wished you lost and forgotten, hurting more each time , annihilating what remains. Looking for reasons that are not there, trying to understand which by themselves do not make sense, hugging many denials trying to live according to some ideal that has died. Principles that have been arrancandos the passage of time, words that now ring hollow, people who have died and lived to see their ideals are poorly understood, their ideas are corrupted, and beliefs have been exterminated. Giving way to new things some more useless than before. Some others who have made life better or so seem. The alarm wakes me up and I see that nad change the same hotel room where I stayed a few days, I buy the newspaper yesterday and I wonder what become of my life, I miss the scent of the rose is impossible knowing that my subconscious is refuses to lose hope, but I know the time and distance will make your work eventually. Because I can not return rather I should no longer return.

I take the glass that is at my side and I think I serve whiskey there anything that I have not seen and may not see. but never mind that everything has a price, I think also the view that h bedridden with that damn thing, I say they do not lose faith or hope. but honestly, many moons ago that I lost and not f ue for it. long ago I can only see reality I try to change what I can. like poor dreamer who was and always will be. a sñador who could not do many things, he sees his psyche deteriorating over time, but still want to continue sonno, this time to create a new idea, to prove to himself that he is alive or at least that's what it seems. Because death is not death until one accepts it.

Anger shows you ways that often thought impossible, it shows another world where happiness many times is dead.

Storm

The clouds write ideas in the sky, the wind changes and redesigns, many time as the men we were fimamento if ideas, some of those times it was long after mantien vece appear if you let the reaction time and other times more coming like a storm, including hurricanes and only some perplexing the level of our thinking.

Ideas falling on my head like a storm some so chaotic and meaningless, others have a little more consistency, many situations go through my head as I try to view a highway which is the best, none meets my expectations, no parecce be suitable conditions have where I am, I can only keep the will and keep fighting until you no longer have the force or desire as I have lost I have lost many battles, ones that were lost from the beginning and even knowing knowing that confronts the result as an idiot, seeking death where there was no glory. Starting stakes, placed in my chest, not to forget what it was, what I am and what I will, those wounds have marked me and made me who I am. Looking for enemies to quench my thirst, I hate actions without regret them, aware of my loneliness and my arrogance, ready to lose what little I have left, the little sanity that keeps me trying to be human, that gives me that damn hope.

I write seeking a new storm to quench my thirst, I listen to music to avoid thinking about you even knowing it's impossible. Seeking help to save a crow, I touch her hand forward a signal, but nothing happens.

Battles Are Fought By Those With The Courage To Believe
They Are Won By Those Who Find The Heart
Find A Heart To Share
This Heart That Fills The Soul Will Point The Way To Victory
If There's A Fight Then I'll Be There I'll Be There

"Courage" - Manowar

??

Unanswered questions, answers to questions useless, converge in a world full of doubts and fears, a world full of unknowns where is the sense of men, at least those who are not sheep, those who believe where there is no more that fear and doubt. Many died for their beliefs other exiles from their own land, but they all passed into history, many of them were lost over time. Some of them live forever.

The answers are found where you least expect some of them are efrente one, for others you have to forget what you know and try to find new paths. some will ask a high price, others will lead to loneliness and even other alien world, many of them are just there, like people. The questions come and go, many do not make sense and clouds the way other people will not raise the matter, other times we change the course of events, but they are there to try to be resolved or at least better posed. A smile and the world changes, changing perspectives and other trick you, some are other reflex actions are nothing but lies, actions that attempt to manipulate people, along with not tell any truth. Forget the lies and try to live far from the dreams I ever had, creating new hopes and dreams destroyed useless looking for a site, finding new friends, trying not to see what I can not do, doing what I can.

Breathe hoping to do it again tomorrow, to fight my own demons and what that gets in my way, and not turn back because it's time to see me once, at least at a real lesson was learn.

The strength does not come from the battles that were fought, but rather the desire to facing next one. Because today is a good day to die, like any other.

Ahead

Between paths and memories that pass between the walls of the mind creating mazes where there were plains, mountains and buildings where there were roads that pass through where there were springs. Write numbers and symbols that mean I can not remember, or may not want to remember.

I see that I know nothing while I'm not lost, I work for does not get lost in my thoughts, not to keep you engrossed in the madness that fills me inside, I wish that reality were like mathematics and to some extent manipulated perfect, some sometimes incomprehensible to the masses, discriminant for society, treated only by certain people with issues that only a privileged few in the world can understand and few less able to work. Hey so the human mind so complex and so simple, inventing, innovating, creating and breaking paradigms that change the world, many are seeing only try to understand others, often without much success, often providing something that is trying to minimum to open a road where only brambles and weeds. But do not give up when it may not be very intelligent but I will endeavor to fulfill my goals and prove I can be someone in life is not for others but to myself.

Today I see it and try not to think the worst, but I do not know what to think but do not seek help to turn, maybe those symbols and numbers are my salvation. Are perhaps only a way to get away from reality and the fact that I can do nothing to help and it frustrates me that I hate not knowing what to do.

Today I introduced myself,
To my own feelings,
In silent agony, after all these years,
They spoke to me... after all these years

Maybe I always knew...
"Fragile Dreams" - Anathema

Stars

Dreaming and having nightmares every moment, drunk of reality, looking for stars in the sky October walking in empty streets looking for a place to rest. Seeking consolation in alcohol and music trying not to give up, trying to have hope, taking your hand, kissing your brow reading and working to keep the reason for separating dreams and reality by a thin line, which would disappear but the only thing that keeps me sane or that is what seem.

Memories are like the stars above do not go away but with the light of the city are no longer visible but not have to disappear, are still not see them, but if we leave our city, we can again see some hurt or happy times you both like the first time that you saw, but only sometimes we have to see the death of the stars but in their wake follow even for a while. But many forget that cities do not leave some for fear others for their insecurities.

A note, a number or a syllable marks the beginning of a book, a poem, a theorem or a song you do not need anything else, but perseverance and sacrifice something in order to make it maybe not today maybe not even see the price and just maybe not to charge what who belonged. Because everything has a price and everyone has a price, sometimes it is given in gold or dollars.

Say your prayers little one
Dont forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight

"Enter Sandman" - Metallica

Wink

The blood of my friends is between my fingers, their sweat is impregnated in my clothes, their dreams are part of my mind and my memories, some were true and part of my life, others a pale illusion of past dreams. Now that I'm far from one and nearly everything else one does not matter just be by her side. The clock is ticking and opportunities disappear like water in the desert, looking for an oasis for not getting lost in a mirage of something so false, as impossible as I have done, the memory of a rose is so present and still hurts but sometimes you just have to accept the fate that is the only thing that's for sure.

I wander in my thoughts for a possible solution, a possible way to see a new world, I remain absorbed in both the time and I expected my life increasingly loses value, I would give everything she Retrieval I can not. the gods mock me or maybe tested. I want to see her smile that makes fun of me wants to tell me the truth unconcerned with what you think. But I can only take your hand for now. A petal falls from the roses that I brought last time, I take it and put it in the trash tomorrow will bring you more roses, no matter how they die. I smiled as the seconds pass by impotence than just a bastard can feel write lines that possibly no one read, I write to vent my thoughts, I write to forget the time, and guess what else I do not mind the pain was gone and not all . waiting for the dawn never comes. I keep playing knowing that I can lose hope for the best for once this from me. This time my approach are the wrong ones, I'm wrong for good.

One smile for you. I only wish a wink.

Any

I see the clouds pass without taking into account the wind blowing against me find a song that represents what I feel, the music is random, without giving me any clues, I have hundreds of songs and no full inside me there is something that boggles my mind as if the colors were not the same, the shadows dance and dreams come true, they die slowly and agonizingly. Sought answers to something that makes no sense, wanting to create a new dream but there's no inspiration at this moment.

Searched the approach to a new problem, trying to find new solutions to an unknown problem, researching, reading, raising new theories. Sipping a glass of red wine and smoking again, trying not to think about the world around me, trying not to think about what I lost. I only wish to focus, see the world from new perspectives. I cling to an old idea trying to modify it to a society where the sheep rules and the wolves sent to die in all the stories without exceptions. Wolves can not win because they represent everything we loathe and hate the man, but also often want "Freedom", freedom that comes only to follow the instincts without following the rules of the Lambs. Treated as criminals were brought almost to extinction by those who believe govern this world full of shit. Because that's what they need to believe, since they need only lambs.

I walk down a path full of despair, hatred and agony, enjoying the scenery, reading a new book, writing new stuff, Tying to do not think about what I can not do. Knowing that I can do nothing is really frustrating, one of the few times that I wish to be a doctor to help her, but I am not. I am just a dreamer who can do nothing but illusions.

When there is no more hope for hope. I can only be by her side while there is time on my clock.

Path

Walk without having a path, regardless of my destination, or as people see me, I do not know and I do not want to know, I'm in the sun or rain without stopping I spend my memories, smiled ironically that is all I can make many mistakes I've made a few others not on purpose. I do not care any more.

I once heard a preacher that "God moves in mysterious paths" does not take much importance but today came to my mind, just that I think humans are equal can not know which path take. I see people who as children knew they were going to be doctors, lawyers, accountants. others like me change their pesperctivas over time to try to be happy, some are good others not so much in what they do. I remember once rebuked one of the teachers who most admire, I said "Humans are always looking for his own good, why are humans," Maybe he was right I've always tried to follow my instincts, to say what I think and act as is right even that does not benefit me. The worst of my faults or perhaps the best of my curses.

My path is one that I draw given my chance maybe my wax wings melt in the process, but I'm not interested. Desire to live and die as seeking to fulfill my promise and carry out why I stopped. Meanwhile it will continue to wait to open your eyes.

I'm not as strong as I thought, but that does not stop me from building the way I want. Not fall to my past if I will set it up so that is the only way I know and am too stubborn to know when to stop, unless it is too late.There is more to do.

Glorious
Noble in my mind
Everything a fight to win
Taking all and giving
Whatever my pride would let me
Not backing down, not giving in
I wouldn't lose, I couldn't
"Last man standing" - Hammerfall

Thought

It's not death if you refuse it ...
It is if you accept it.

A dream that may have been fine a few months ago is now one of my worst nightmares. Life is a dream and sometimes it becomes the worst nightmare, one that you can not wake up one in which the mazes have no exit, unless you're willing to lose something. Because everything has a price sometimes do not realize until it is too late, when you have no outlet and the only way is to move forward no matter what happens, no matter what you lose by turning back is many times worse.

It was not as strong as I thought but did not regret anything. Because in that moment I thought the best decision, true or false I do not care anymore. What follows is not only I know I will try to control my environment as I always trying, often without being able to do so.

How the fate works, perhaps as accurate as Swiss clockwork, perhaps as imperfect as man himself, as merciful as the god of the Christians, or the passion of the Greek gods. I do not care I will oppose with all myself pheraps that means I have to give me a shot in the foot.

Revenge is so sweet when taken cold be me I just hope it does. Give me that pleasure Raven. Because I will be sure to keep my promise no matter the price. This being the last thing I have left.

I take your hand waiting for a signal, knowing that I can do nothing without being at your side.

Raven

Once a raven told me that wolves can not be happy in a world of sheep. Many times I wanted to fight my destiny I wanted to show the world that no one ruled on my life, I could create dreams from the ashes of destroyed villages and false prophets, taught me a rose my limits. A crow showed me that not everything you thought was true, that live by my statutes only bring me pain and suffering, I've learned to enjoy that I have learned to understand.

Traveling in the shadows, looking for a star in the sky, dreaming and hoping for a final I can not get.

Wanted to see the stars but the lights of the city's hidden, seeking answers in the wind but here does not blow. I read books trying to find answers to my new challenges, I take a bunch of white sheets and write some words and numbers, trying to clear my mind trying to concentrate, dealer not to think about a rose that broke my spirit as written in the script. I take a cup of coffee because they do not want to dream not with her, because a beautiful dream become a nightmare, I just want to be with Raven as she always was for me when I need it, I disappoint her so many times, but not this time, this time I will not fail you. I will make it possible to make her fly again. I take another beer and piece of pizza left on the table. One more night at his side waiting to open her eyes, wanting one more night to rewrite the play that I hate so much, because it was true.

I fight and create only because I want fun, I'll be by your side I want it. And I moved away from her because I love her.

I'm tricked by your smile
want to be forgiven
waiting for the battle
aching for belief

"Invisible and silent" - Covenant

Crow

When telling the truth is a sin and want something is impossible then the dreams become nightmares, the reasons have no name, and logic is only a glimmer of humanity. What feet wear is reality and what we dream and is nothing but a lie. Believing and thinking changes the context of things, nothing else matters to me to find answers, knowing that these are painful and pathetic as I am. A picture full of mist and psa blood through my head a sacrifice had to be made that men can not live with the beasts, their destiny is to fight until the last moment, knowing the result, a total annihilation. Shadows cloud my vision and my life inrrumpen showing what I am.

A voice I remember what I was, what I am and what I could never be, save what remains of my mind and shows me a new path, one that is full of obstacles, one that maybe just maybe I can get fun, one that can find the end I wanted, to have a battle or a feat last one to be remembered that no one can forget. I lost many bets some very expensive, some even knowing that was going to lose, being an idiot, or an inveterate dreamer, wishing to ride between dreams, create a utopia improbable, someone who only knows how to fight, someone who forgot how to win.

I embrace the night hoping that no dawn, to last an eternity, the stars shine and nothing changes in the sky. The soil in which I walk is just earth and Carbon to write my ideas, the haze wash my troubles, and show me a different path, one that can walk. I cry for the moon, a broken dream and a land unreachable, something that even you can not strive.

In the end, the crow was right.