No llores

A prayer, a dream,
A lie, an obsession,
Kisses disguised as a submissive blessing.
Pain and death is the taste
of an embrace and the fear
of blaming my soul in an irrational romance.

The flames of our bodies
burn in silence.

Don't cry for me anymore, love.
Poisonous lies spill from your voice.
The cold is deadly if you're in my arms,
you're a hellish passion.

A delirium of love is your sick sensation,
you're possessive, poisoning my patience and reason.
The shadow of a thick pain opens my eyes in confusion.
My sky cries only hate and resentment over you.

The flames of our souls
die in silence.

Don't cry for me anymore, love.
Madness spills from your voice.
Lies in your eyes and the disillusionment
are hellish passions.