no matter what we did
how many laughs we share
for now, who care?
a empty chair
silence, is this fair?
cold coffee,
acting so awfully
like a enemy
nothing like someone who
I called friend…
now, I can’t even speak your name…

The One That Believe…

Who is more fool?
The one that think
that can foolish everyone
with a stupid trick
or the one
that believes that the trick is
a masterpiece…

Easy Lesson

t’s not about material things,
it’s not about bad feelings
it’s about live a life that’s good
it’s about understand that if, we would
a little more ambitious in realize our dreams
and spend less time thinking about bad moments
life could
be more colourful
less painful
so why
we still


Bitter, brackish
no dreaming, just a wish
of being part
of something with any sense
even if it’s have a minimum sense, just a purpose
a bad trip, a path
with or without a north
just something to give life to my heart
and make he scream, to silence my mind
and to grind
my tongue
just to silence my voice
and never more
spit a dirty word

Quiet Like…

Silence, quiet like a cemetery
don’t look, don’t blame the query
of another trick from the mystery
of the misery of our agony
fed by the little pieces of epiphany
that we reach
when our mind and heart collide
and we finnaly see
the end of our misery

Rotten Parts

inside….of me
make me wish
tear a part, cutting
these evil deeds inside of my constant fall
like a dead Robin
no singing in this morning
just rotten parts of a broken heart

The zombie squad

by the need
of being accepted
by who? for who?
society that easily can be described
like a zombie squad
that don’t hunt brains
they care more about the chains
that you can avoid
if you just don’t do what they want you to do
but, how hard it is, isn’t?