Sombra Desnuda

Today you’ve felt
The impatience of your skin
It might be
A lot easier to understand
That from the past

There’s nothing left but
The wind of a new dawn
Where the flower is torn
The grass has to grow

Through the channel of your bones, they wear out
The winters of my being
Like a thorn with every breath
'Cause there’s no more
To breathe!

I know you want to
Command reason
To silence the scream
That’s drowning in your heart

That you’ve found
A way to ask for forgiveness without giving in
But that’s not
What I want to hear

I’m not your lamp
Or your pedestal
I’m not the mirror where you try to ease
Your loneliness

I’m the laughter
In the ruins of the night
I mix in gray strokes
Your vanity and your waste

I’m that voice
That stutters a truth
The silent word
The naked shadow
I’m your reality!

I’m the laughter
In the ruins of the night
I mix in gray strokes
Your vanity and your waste

I’m that voice
That stutters a truth
The silent word
The naked shadow
I’m your reality!