Poesía de La Oscuridad

Yeah, poetry of darkness (no, no, no)

I wish I could give you all my poems
So that you feel the love inside my cold soul
So that you feel the fear that runs through my paths
I don't know if they can repair my empty hope
It's another night in which my soul will not rest
It's another night in which he no longer wants to touch me
Sorry if I don't invest it well, I was just looking to love
Escape my suffering to a better place
So lost in the purest darkness
So respected by the street, I have your loyalty
My Patagonia, real people
My mind is a relic, it takes time to decipher
I die by day, at night I go out for liquor
Arranging pieces is how I look
Manufacturing all the styles, I advance slowly
We know well that God watches us from above

This pain burns me so much
It burns me so much not being able to see you out there
One of many nights that I am waiting
Look at the Moon and see that no one arrives
This pain burns me so much
This passing life burns me so much
It is my dark, cold and street poetry
So that you never forget what my soul longs for
This pain burns me so much
It burns me so much not being able to see you out there
One of many nights that I am waiting
Look at the Moon and see that no one arrives
This pain burns me so much
This passing life burns me so much
It is my dark, cold and street poetry
So that you never forget what my soul longs for