Firelight.

There are only ashtrays on my mind.
I don’t remenber the way I get that beetle bitting mi head
I don’t remenber the time when everybody gets in panic
My pocket is full of ashes, and I’m wishin for a cigarrete.

Do you think that be wishing to die it’s a good idea until you are near to get killed?

How can I try to think reasons that explains the idea of being forgotten while my heartache is still asking for someone?

No, it’s not as simply as said that I still need you. Cause there’s not a temporary thing.
All that I am is definitely with you, and I just can’t ask my self to denies my feelings.

Just a plain view of a bloody dusk. The unleashed skulls doesn’t move jaws, there are no dancing lovely bones.

And all those smoky ruins, witnesses a mute fall that only I can tell. And it seems that every breeze betrays me, that there’s no force in nature that wants to help me.

And this is not the way I’m begging you pardon. Cause I didn’t want the earth to be so near. And I didn’t ask to live in this ruins. Either I can’t do it so much time.

If there’s a miracle out there, it won’t change your mind, but it’s the closest thing that I could ask for, right now.

I woke up, wanting to huge you.
I get drowned in a sea of confussions.
I was able to breathe my last words with my lungs colapsed.

Broken crystals around my head. And the sun seems to be shining. There I am. An unnecesary fasten your seatbelt advise in my hand tells me something. In the other theres the firelight.

Farway, on the God’s forsaken places.
The sun is up, and the light blinds the eyes.

There goes the fire.
With a blocked trigger.
With a broken hand and a thirsty will.