Thoughts turbid, shackled hands,
higher consciousness, blurred vision,
dream behind the dream, down with childish innocence
a wall, the essence of myself.
Armored our words,
and we reject the looks we alternate being misunderstood,
souls lost in oblivion,
in an unreal world.
Heaven and Hell,
love and hate, fear
life and death,
sway the lady in black,
sensual creature of a fairy world.
Molecules of thoughts surrounding us impatient
us back in the den of the beast,
awakening the conscience of the hero,
ready to fight his inner monster.
Scent of life,
papillae taste the bitter taste,
of words created in the infinite, while heavenly bodies
mate in an explosion of ways.
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