Vómito

The heat of wasting voices
trying to tell how does it feel
is getting straight to the brain
in a faked pefect world

Everytime you go away once and again in my mind
can't take the pain in my fingers.
Nothing last too long
How many storms can you take in your heaven?

Flowing memories of fogotten words
they cut the skin thin and slow
in a lasting bleeding
You can see it in my empty eyes

And what you obtained is what you have to leave
And what you gave is what you have to keep,
(what i will never deserve)
And you will have to choose

The fresh and lonley dew
joins your lonley walk
and the sunrise worms eats me alive
with the fact that you became true
and now you're gone