DRM To NGTMR

Two nights without sleep, something that some time would have been a beautiful dream is now one of my worst nightmares, I will fight if matter how long I will not stop because there is no place to which to return, now I only see numbers and models, books are a shelter for my thoughts of destruction, not to do today, today that dream only annihilate me, but still is not give in and return me to raise my sword, I will not be that damn leaves to fight regardless of the enemy, that clemency can only give the gods and I am only unsuited in this society, but perhaps I do not care if he was born about 200 or 300 years would be nice, but it was not, live in this era where treason is the daily bread and honor rlatado only in books written many years ago, I curse the day that I wanted to be human, that only brought me pain and sufrmiento, I died so I vecs forget what really went, giving way to what I am today.

Every night I die with that damn dream, because my brain still misses you, even if it is better without me, because my mind still loves you because I could not forget or in the slightest, because I am only a poor bastard who can not win, I curse and curse back at night, but the path I chose, is the way that I will continue, every morning when the alarm sounds, turn on the coffee, while taking a bath, go out and see the books that are next to my bed, novels and control, get dressed and took a couple of them breakfast a cup of coffee and a beer, so I could plunge into that world where pain is minimal and that science covers my wounds with equations and theorems, look for a model that solves my job more books document until nightfall, and I want to rest, I hope to Domir quietly, but not that damn dream, that curse which is perched on my shoulders. I curse, because there is more to do.

Deprived of my treasure, my "aye" to life;
My peace of mind after sunset's occurrence
Away I walk to ye doleful masquerade;
My ravening and my words becometh aghast

The sun rises high, my feelings they die
Daylight misery... (leave me be)

Another day will go astray...
Another tear in this life so grey
If you ever saw me smile
You should know I felt sick inside

"Daylight Misery" - Draconian

Time

Time is only unstoppable, unstoppable time, people have the as if it were not important, the people live enslaved to it, but few who understand and none that I know has mastered, have always said that the time heals wounds, sometimes it seems that acrecenta, ghosts that seem to eat away the living, that feeling that only shows how weak is man that fears before ss, to his past, which is there in between the vaults of the great churches built based on the labor of slaves and natives alike, beautiful stunning, as if defy time, as if this did not affect, how many lives are lost to those monstrosas pardes, how great must be the vanity of hobres to worship is a god or gods do not even know they exist. But these buildings but to exalt men and their desire to achieve forgiveness or sometimes show the world what they are magnanimous. Temple to house the servants of God or gods that governed everything and show where you should worship the same no matter what religion they say in all there will always be a site for realizr worship, churches, cathedrals, temples, mosques, synagogues all with unique beauty, many of them covered with blood and full of tears.

Currently they are developing the art for the people where not long ago were allowed only to the clergy, see indomitable rock walls, fountains and large internal courtyards, art today is grown there, the crowd of ladies seguen high society enjoy strutting, with support for such institutions as was hce thousand years and will continue to be patrons, benefactors, its name has changed but its function is to mimsa be somewhere in that society, think about them. Characters trying to make people Leean, one that perjured men, enslaved the women, that mistreat and trashed, they are merely victims, I think the world has changed since she has come to the same I do not deny that women have been battered by some men, but also by women themselves, but I think they are beautiful, strong and indomitable as the time, which can not be contained.

Spring

Time seems to move and alcohol runs through my veins and ideas flow right through my fingers, the wind hits the disk, the clouds do not appear in the sky, there is only loneliness, but the sun that blinds men, there is at its best showing as spring progresses, forgetting the winter, I miss the wind in my anciente home speaking to me, like whispers in my fucking time I there alone, my fucking hope. Today I die in the arms of this fever choking me, fills me with so many thoughts, it does seem that the time is composed of just meaningless words.


But nothing else matters I shall not die without a fight I will not lose what little I've won, now no more sounds in my head it's in German song that had long forgotten, one that gives a little faith in this shattered heart this heart broken by the words, like thorns, are stuck in the depths of my being slowly bleeding I have left, that's called humanity, smiled falsely, falsely believe in salvation and renounce the pursuit of forgiveness. I just wish my vengeance that they cut me, but my hearts is proud and my soul no more answers.

Alcohol will be my best sleeping pill, now volvere to want not to dream about you, for my soul is broken and my wings have been removed for your actions, just howl for the moon now seems dead, wishing not to fulfill my revenge, for it invoking the gods that has given me their back.

Mit blutverschmierten Handen
Mit einer Träne im Gesicht
Einem Lächeln auf den Lippen
Und der Hoffnung tief im Blick
Aufzustehen auch aus dem Dreck
Tief beschmutzt und stolz im Herz
Dem Leben neu erwacht
Und erwacht ganz neu im Leben

"Stolzes Herz" - Lacrimosa