Sad loneliness that accompanies me.
Terrible darkness that suffocates the
stillness of my entrails.
Sobbing moments that have been framed.
Nostalgic feelings that were deceived.

Longings that are lost in monotony
Where happiness has no place.
Few graying memories.
Poor love that sails into oblivion.

Dismal masked life,
You still have a flare complex.
It is time to get out of this emptiness
To stop feeling that you have not existed.