Happy Birthdeath

An old candle embraces that goodbye from the future

In my summer, uncertain paths open up

Old banalities

Lost time is a bewildered love

And a soul…

So close to you, sailing in the sea of ​​my breath.

The lie became flesh playing with false angels

Wandering lost, walking on my back

Today you celebrate your birthday and dance with an available bone.

But you're really dead, unless you show your deceptive smile

There was and will never be a more wasted time in my trip

Those reeking years when I had the misfortune to start loving you

You played a conceited domino believing you were invincible

You use the knife well, I must to admit

You know one of my ten thousand wounds is still dripping

But my infamy is strengthened today, when you clink your champagne glass in the middle of this eternal and decadent party.