The horizon sleeps
in opacity
feeding
the confines

Close, reaper,
is the coldness
owner
of the world

Has power over
the souls
and bundles makes them
tremble

Those who reveal
nocturnal,
the unusual complexion
of darkness...

Creatures run away
ominous
and the man disappears
between omens

night is friend
his
ghosts
and girlfriend of who awaits him
lulled

Everyone to their niche
covered by the
dark
tide

please don't reach them
death,
resigned,
are ordered at a time
nth

However,
it is not my case to contain
to the restless
spirit

I let him fly wherever he arrives
and if i am
deserving of him
it will take its place again

Inside me
the morbid pleasure arises
of the
contemplation

and my uninhabited body
it's a hallway
where do you see running
the imagination

Darkness is a medium
supernatant
as
than the ocean

and the waters are the dreams,
a reason to ramble,
winged,
over the desert

Dweller of the mind
bathed
in the dunes
of knowledge,

brings the
memory
of ancestor
and I feed on it

I think about the shelter
caveman,
in the way
of the fire,

in the first man
looking
in it
water its reflection

Silhouettes of strange beings,
how missed
they saw
his shadow
trying to imitate her

Entities
abhorrent
who inhabited
the deep ergastula

same, that later,
even without
understand all
they adored

Captive in its antiquity
my thought
warps gloomy

I see the fall of my being
and I turn the night
in something
really mine

Night,
I don't know if I'll come back
to the body,
or yes, maybe

my spirit is gone
so far away
what already
can't come back...

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