pain and chasms

 

he carries the knife, like a wounded love

lit's the world on fire,

to form his own land

with a concealed strand

hurled the threat 

and indulged

to the flesh appeal

forlorn fell

into a underworld

to contemplate all

it's poisonous core

 at war with angels , 

after the dismal sleep

it's now time

to claim new routes

by fire

at war with

punctured idols

blood gushes

through

his wreath

 as the treachery of humanity,

falls from grace,

into the boughs of abnormality

the immortal fray of opposites, 

spoke to us in tongues

in a shroud, where their kingdom comes

a threatening demise

an endless wrath

to summon you,

to me again

to bare this light

with me

through all ways

(of pain and chasms)

the quickening

of days,

runs through the bones

crumbling child of dusk

in a labyrinth lost,

will you ever return?

gritos,

qual deles o espectáculo

mais miserável e pungente ?

que desventuras 

graciosamente 

desvendadas?

- na vingança 

da razão

que veio até mim.