In the tremors of despair
tu see your life's fading away.


Now it seems like you've always known
that life tu have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, tu have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.


Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that expira slowly.


These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.


Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.


Your being is wrapped por blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).

In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

Raised por wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he amor me? Does he know what amor is?"
My friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
o just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.

She Doesn't Know

por Cody Herman


Through the window I stare siguiente door

When is she coming out

She's the only one I adore

But then why do I doubt

Her hair is golden like the sun

Shining bright and strong for all to see

She looks at me and I'm undone

I didn't foresee that she was the one for me

Why do I hesitate

It wasn't too long ago

My corazón beats at a faster rate

But she doesn't know

The power she has over me

I putty in her hands

She just couldn't leave me be

Her wish is my command

When will I find the courage

To tell her how I feel

Am I able to break this bridge

Will I stand o I kneel

I can't do it

I'm afraid she'll say no

I need to get a grip

She still doesn't know

My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the día that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I amor the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little bebés crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell tu one más thing
before I have to go:
I think tu are the most attractive
person that I know.