A last sad... song

My last song(Hector A)

I would write my last sad song

As the man who sold the soul

For an ideal that does not consumpted

Lost between verses And stories of happy end

Blinded by the words

Tormented by acts

Nothing was as I expected

And even so angry I write these words

Dying no longer smiling

incomplete Compasses

a pentagram drawn poorly

A sky turned grey

Feelings buried Under pressure

don’t Want to go back to feel
but not sure in this life

Again fall and fall

Blinded by false words

But even so this is the end

My last song Consumed by the flames

Raging as magma in my heart

Soon Nothing out of my hands will be written

And no more songs Or create a composition

That this is my last Sad song And nothing else will be

Just the wind accompanying my loneliness

And nothing else to be my regret heard at sea

My body dying in a Corner
Deep blue skies magnify my agony

Between my eyes scarlet soul passes

Leaving tangerine dream All my senses

Locked in a ironbox

And closed with a thousand keys

hidden where Nobody can find them

And even so I want to touch the sky

Live most of what it wanted

And even so I would be able to say

Which always i’ve silent

Nothing more Only my last and sad song

Between my hands Sealed with my tears

forgotten And consumed by the eternal fire

To be extincted

When my soul ceases to love
And i’ll stop dreaming

To believe and hope

And see the world as it is Actually

A cell filled with pain so cold

Fear without reason

no more fights for that i ever wanted

It ceases to be

That’s my song This sad song coming to an end

will be buried The day of the funeral of my soul

I kill my beingand i don’t expect for something new
Because all end
When the last riff played
Close the door