My My

A lonely man and his shoe.

Not two, but one.

Not a pair, but unique.

Not whole, but shallow.

Not suitable, only enough.

Sometimes rusted, but never pristine.

My shoe is my soul and my mind is empty.

Pour another glass. Pour another memory.

My last bullet.

It has your name on it.

Delusions from a broken mind;

Desires from a heart-shaped death.

Hollow Me

ACT I – On. And on.

On the riding sun,

On the rising moon.

I walk alone, wandering in wonders.

An unpractical skeptic,

The man in black in me.



The sorrow-minded never fully understood

What does peace of mind and relief means.

Because a heart shaped in the battlefield

Can’t stand a peaceful mind.



Fear, anger and misunderstanding are my crowd

And a life of depression lies in my soul.



ACT II – Demented.

Spilt me up and torn me apart,

cause I am coming undone.

My duality is the only sign of life

in this misery called routine.

Although I am smiling, my heart screams in agony.



I will not prevail.

I will succumb.

End me.

End me now.



Will I ever take control?

Will I ever be whole?

No, I won't.

One can't be whole if it misses his soul.



Darker. Getting darker.

I can't stand my own.



Going snap.



ACT III – Obsession.

I wish to dream again.

And again.

And again.

And again.



Struggling in strangle by a broken mind.

Feed me to the pack, ‘cause I wish to dream (again).



No more excuses

I’m going to take the leap.

Fear no more, old me

Heaven awaits for us.


ACT IV - Fear no more
The story must go on 

(TBC)

--
Rogério Olanda