Red in yellow passes,
but it still remains so hot.
White flames burn,
as if the ashes stars rise.
White ink sheet soaked,
in the gentle flames, it shrinks again
and text from thousands of emotions assembled,
in the light is lost.
The light in darkness is so overflowing,
the shadows are unclear
and sadness is gone,
like everything else is forgotten.
And the last memory after a memory.
I drink them in alcohol.
No thought remains of thought.
Finally, I even forget the feelings.
I achieve some success almost,
in an attempt to self-destruct,
but fight with yourself alas,
and there is no way of salvation.
Creations of thoughts unspoken,
stories so untrue,
with heroes insincere,
They will be forgotten from that moment.
And each time it is repeated -
acquaintance, love, separation,
and every time he forgets,
in words only remains.
Simple ink spots,
left a love,
shrink and burn slowly,
in a flame with the color of blood.
Goodbye and Kisses ...