Surrealism
Cold Fire
Styles from my indulgence
I wished I had in reality
But they only exist with my fatality
In a world full of love and hate
Why do I have this desire?
If I can't have it!
In this cold night of fire
And blue flames of heat
I start to unravel my raze
Let it go to my hate so I can despise it
With my love with my cold eyes
My faith starts to die
But I keep up my pride
And the day I was born it
was also the day I start to die
But it only existed in my fire
Existed in a fullfilled room of cold
and unfullfilled dream of relaxation
and desperation
And this is when I started to exist...
You gave me your tediousness
To get rid off your coldness
Lying right here in me
All in one memory!
From Letras Mania