The House of My Sadnesses

The pain and the agony are in me
My soul is taken by the melancholy
And tortured by the terror of the silence
Living in total solitude

More time does not exist for hope
Only the pain and the anguish of the end

The Spectrum of the death jeers of the madness
See one sea of blood and tears further on

All the pains are here
The sadness never left this room
Old and dusty in the middle of memories

Animus meminisse horret
Of that only certainty of life is death
I don’t want to be alone and it’s so dark
Nothing exists for me

You don’t know, you don’t understand!
Does not anti-depressants are treatment are worthless

I have sad and inert eyes in the mirror
And my mind was consumed by the emptiness

I cut myself and I forget all of the sadness
And for some moments, the world forgets me

The scars on my body bleed
But doesn’t have anymore places for needles to enter it
Don’t look at for me, as if I was sick or inexistent
We are all already deceased and you don’t even notice yet

So that to contemplate flowers that go to die soon?
“Memento quia pulvi es!”
I see everything that was
And what does not exist more…

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