The dead poet

[lucidos]

Turn on the red lights

 

I'm in a dark room lost in a sea of ​​blank pages

Have been many attempts to end up trapped in this cage

I decided to start writing in the middle of the book

To try to recover what you took

 

Have you ever stopped to wonder what have you done?

In the darkest river my heart became a stone

A stone engraved with your name

And I have a sky that has an end

 

I have already passed the point of return

Once I already spent it my turn

But for me only just left the ruins

Only ruins ...

 

These words were never written

I died before writing them

The book got here. Lost in my mind

And also the sound of red lights