Words will never heal the wound, tears never will wash the blood nor a hug full of warmth will calm down the pain.
When you are utterly alone, seeing hope floating away after drowning, love like a piece of ice going to pieces against the rocks in that beach with a raging storm in front of you...you just want it to take you inside one of its giant waves and die...

Andre and Fee will understand that sometimes that dark dungeon is the only place to go...



I sat about the seas in upheaval shores
with only my soul keeping me on a stone,
as the salty drops castigated my face
with all the contempt of an angry storm,
because only she knew my deep secret,
that storm knew what my sadness was,
adding my tears to the breaking waves
that from my falling heart heard its call.

The waves became berserk with fury
they couldn’t moving me, I was a rock,
hardened through times of rejections
and an eternal search for a little warm;
waters without memory, just moving,
seas moving since the earth was born
they knew that happiness was a lie
and that I will came to cry on its shores.

The sun bleeding over the horizon
painted in red my face, I was the clown
in a circus made of wet sands surrounded
by rabid waves that didn’t broke a laugh,
and then exhausted the raging tempest
died, falling conquered over my toes,
abject, a servile one prostrating herself,
defeat, at the foot of her master’s throne.

Silence, not even from, an ocean murmur,
the furious wind so ashamed also was gone,
and I could cry my heart out in sadness
because now I knew of being really alone,
with a dream which could never ever be,
the one waking in the arms of tender love,
which no emotional orphan can entertain,
and no one that got his very soul stolen.

Night, calm descended over a tamed sea,
but the pain is still there, she didn’t come,
all was just a figment of a desperate brain
that was sick of the absence of any love,
despairing requiem of dead deep secret,
one that didn’t see the light, not even born,
because she never existed she provoked
a tempest as I sit wondering on that rock.

Tears would run forever, suicidal pain,
don’t cry for something you never got,
life is a twisted thing, one cruel pretzel
to confuse your heart not to give blood;
then you will go to mighty seas border
and on your knees pray for a final storm,
the one that will come with such a passion
that forever that unattainable love be drown.