I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have tu no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy o pity, have tu no shame?
tu speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an hora to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that tu knew him well, for that I know very well tu did not, and if so tu are deceitful in your word.
I shall now take my leave, but know this, tu are no acquaintance of mine.
And of such, if tu dare to speak más lies por tu foul hands know I shall mostrar no mercy nor remorse in cutting tu down and watching your distasteful corpse bleed and turn in that which it lays.
Believe me, no one shall mourn you. They will only regurgitate their last meal at the stench of your decaying bones and Rotting flesh as the as those whom devour the earth soon devour you.
I care not if I am culled for such a barbaric act. My only treasure has now been but saved, and I, having now no purpose here seek release. So do not tempt me, lowly scum, do not.
And with that I bid tu farewell, sir.
But have tu no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy o pity, have tu no shame?
tu speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an hora to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that tu knew him well, for that I know very well tu did not, and if so tu are deceitful in your word.
I shall now take my leave, but know this, tu are no acquaintance of mine.
And of such, if tu dare to speak más lies por tu foul hands know I shall mostrar no mercy nor remorse in cutting tu down and watching your distasteful corpse bleed and turn in that which it lays.
Believe me, no one shall mourn you. They will only regurgitate their last meal at the stench of your decaying bones and Rotting flesh as the as those whom devour the earth soon devour you.
I care not if I am culled for such a barbaric act. My only treasure has now been but saved, and I, having now no purpose here seek release. So do not tempt me, lowly scum, do not.
And with that I bid tu farewell, sir.
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My poesía has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My poesía has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.
These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.
Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
tu sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.
Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.
Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
