Host,open the door

There was you,among what was left of it all,bleeding strangers' lives away and breathing from what will never be.There was you clinging to already woken dreams,to what one day you wished it to be.
Day after day maybe unwilling to keep on turning grey and worshiping your living grave,you still try to rejoin different pieces of broken dreaming mirrors.But the pieces would just not fit,what was left miles away won't ever return.
There you are still waiting for your thirst to be quenched,waiting for the cure to rain.In these standing bleeched skies no single drop is willing to fall.Before these skies you seem to fade away.

Breathe in and out,a final cut for the pain.
Would you open the door and make it all go away? Would you let me in? Would you let me in?

-Blamberose

Cross over (and out)

...And of course I'm living in another season and while that band plays I'm just singing different tunes and following a whole different rythm.The structure crumbles,walls melt into streams and all that was and will be just bleeds into one rain pouring over me.
Achtung! your storming and never ending winter have been interrupted,locked up and the key thrown away.
That beverage was cursed,but it felt good,it does always feel good and even better after dying of thirst over and over again.That key bled into it and now and then I feel it running from one place to another deep inside,too deep inside...buried away but always willing to come back and release the hell.
Walking outside in another urban dead grey sky afternoon,raped violence twisting on the floor,madness reinstalling control and your voice screaming trying to get through my wall...but I was flown far away,to another season,another room...another chance.

-Blamberose

Beginnings

What about beginnings? They are the worst things ever existed or for me are way difficult,but once you're in you just keep on going,no matter how clumsy was the first step given...one day it'll be different,of course,but that's my never ending struggle.
Why in english? Since it's my second language, know some non spanish speakers and write in this language too,I want to share it with the rest since writing is what I like doing and translated things are not always exactly the same,they may be better or worse.

Foolish or not,here I go.

-Blamberose