I will tell you about a dead rose
Trapping life inside it...

When days are nights
And nights are dark...

To you I introduce this monody
Of an awfully subverted soul...

When the time goes by
And when every tear i have dries...

I ran anxiously full of anger
When I collided with a stranger...

"There is no more poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen...

I would like to show you a sample
Of a true frustrate love story...

Walking through a narrow dark road
Watching words on the walls with mysterious odes...

With tears filling his eyes and blood covering his...
He ran anxiously with no strong legs to stand...

As the eyes drew an imaginary line in between
They drew a view with no clear scene...

The angel is too long so i continued it here...

Ambiguous feeling of having a will
Mysterious will of feeling still...