Lo Que Esta Pasando...

Preferiría que me perforen el corazón de una vez,

con la punta de una espada,

antes de sufrir las punzadas,

de mil espinas de una rosa,

mil espinas que duelen como mentiras,

enterrándose dentro de mi pecho.


Que me maten mejor de un golpe,

que me digan que todo era falso,

que me dejen seguir de una vez,

que me dejen morir en segundos.


Que no dure el dolor, más allá de lo necesario.

Que me amen, que me olviden, que me den una muerte de soldado.


Que me atrevo a enfrentarla, y le tengo menos pavor,

que a una muerte paulatina,

a un desgaste emocional,

a un maratón de miradas, memorias y lágrimas.

Que me apaguen de un soplo,

que me tumben de un golpe,

Que la espada de la verdad, sea la que me decapite.

Y no sea el virus de la mentira,

el cáncer de la decepción,

o la tortura de la indeferencia,

la que termine con mi corazón...


- Tito.

A Dark Soul came to reap what others had sown.

A fierce statement, a sharp, shocking scene...

A lot of fear, a lot of terror, a lot anger...

A lot of fear, a lot of tears, a lot of blood lost...

Feeling helpless, insignificant, but nevermore appreciative of life...

It's what goes wrong, when pressure builds,

on houses built, on top of graveyards,

And notes of red as smooth as silk, adorn the floors, the walls the halls,

The skin is wet, from sweat and red, that stain the lovely colors of clothes...

A fierce statement, a shocking scene, for us at least,

for real, at least...

Just one live wire, shocked the world,

three dozen lights were coldly shut.

A million hearts trembled in fear,

as the edge of the Axe, severed their dream,

of feeling safe, of being far,

of not having to worry about a war...

The strife is here, not overseas.

The hand is dealt.

And as our soldiers are sent away,

the enemy strikes from within our lines

a shocking scene, a gruesome gallery,

a testament of what our sense of safety is really worth.

If one Dark Soul can rattle the land,

what will become of us when they join hands?


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