Out of despair

The mess continues out of me,

excessive measures measure your anger,

the past reads like a neo invention,

suffocating piety on the web.

Farewells are not outlets 

to loss of entries.

Stomp, uneven, frown,

patterns, matters, sentries

runs faster, fleeing the nameless,

might, among other things. 

The tip of the Eisberg is the deception today.

You go with the noise of the city

and converse with the machine,

it saids, I can not speak,

but you prerogative right to demand,

being tripod, triptych sigh.

Best I go to dream a little out of despair,

out of me, but deep inside,

ad goodnight, attach naive serene.

I wish grace and luck are always by my side,

some asked to act against of balance,

downwind, like a sailing boat.

I can lose at any time,

miss myself, miss you, giving you your gloat.

If I am a pirate, will be not in your fleet,

if I am the flag will not float on the mast,

lost in the pole of inconveniences. 

Beautiful is the ice melting under my feet,

and let the fish swim, defrost.

Ways to escape, to forget formulas,

triggered, but as a shot in suspense.

She loves the body wich pierces,

may end up here without fear.

You can close your eyes and forget everything else,

she will choose to ignore the sign.

Best she goes to dream a little out of despair,

out of self, but deep inside.