Have you not stepped on?
Have you not succumbed?
They have shot you to kill
They wanted to bring you down
There are days when you wake up and you already want the night to come
There are days when a word is not enough
It all started here
Everything will end this way
Faces pretending happiness
Hidden behind the innocent gaze of the soul
Purple stands out from you
Of a broken and insignificant heart
Tears that wash my pupils
Torments that I keep a secret
It was a normal day
A day where everyone usually dreams
The sad poet waits
A passing illusion
The voice of conscience
Responds to loneliness screams
Sitting on the bench of a destiny
Look at her portrait
Triggering a cry
Delivered in a sigh