From the darkness

From the darkness I hear echoes of mortals of bohemian alive in the streets, I do not allow myself that everything is a fear full of terror where madness disappears with the love that that light was extinguished with an unfulfilled promise, only bone from yesterday remains, everything makes me laugh and madness I am in an abyss that I could not get out of these chains of blue rosethorn like an impossible love.

I am an impure dead as a blasphemy, I only remember the fire of lamentation, my tears are hell, where all hope ends like life and creation is only left a void like space, without star or moon.