DMN

The movement that so many look like ants from one side to the other, chaotic as it should be out of quick exits the subway, looking for clues, seeking new solutions for old problems, still open to new, encoding, encrypting, and creating just for fun, a day to remember as everyone else, a person traveling between strangers, people who are unlikely to see again, doors are closed and it is better not open them, hide old demons and evils which would be better not to see them again , some of them so old that have been forgotten by the men, would be say by Lovecraft, but the greatest evil of the men is inside the mind of man himself creating his own demons and enemies, a scenario in which the actors are so great fears and insecurities as the imagination allows searching think they are not alone, trying to be the center of his own universe. Sometimes they will be awarding those thoughts created by our subconscious than those that feed us inside, we quench with that fear that makes us feel alive.

Tomorrow may be worse, but never mind, with memories of a painful past, a past that was so dark and yet so beautiful dual as the man himself as deep as the October sky crowned with stars, all these years trying to deny certain facts to seek refuge where there was an attempt to create empires in the clouds, flying so high that the sun melted my wings and a rose job done in a matter of days. Trying to keep the memories close to my thought, trying to do away with the hope that intoxicates me with false visions of a world to which I can not belong, which will always be others. Every morning I get the idea and every night I try not to dream of what are now my worst nightmares. Continue as a harlequin mask showing waiting time do lessen the pain, or that this creates a larger wound.

Smile when your heart broke, I curse the love, at least is what I want.

We are who we are, people do not change.

dead

When the dead walk among the living, tasting their food and drinks, that enjoy when they were alive, traveling between men who do not have fear if awaiting their return with joy and hope, because those are my traditions, which I always enjoy, looking at the cemetery, playing as a child. Maybe that's why I'm not afraid to die, the dead are not forgotten here in my country and we make fun of death as well as respect it.

But there are more human deaths than have actually died Walk like moths to the fire desperately seeking a end, trying to satisfy their needs, their desires, their revenge, their purposes, some do not see beyond their last wish, others want to forget it again. But there are also those who try to stop being dead, desperately seeking to be back among the living, seeking strength to where you have opportunity, these are the agreements that created or to which they were subjected.

Sometimes it's best to go between them that is the only place you can call home.

A glass of wine, remembering willing forget agonizing feeling a pain for which no use common cures and medicines have no effect. But even so it is best to pretend to be alive, now I hope that the dead have a feast and return safely to their world, because the living dead will follow with their cries.

One smile, one whisper, one voice.

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