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There is no pain under my umbrella
No sorrow can permeate this soft membrane.
A protection to fallen tears
that bathes the earth beneath my feet.

There is no pain under my umbrella
No memory of lingering problems
Recurrent happenings, treacherous and alarming.
Pictures of you with someone else.

You were always
Springtime to my winter
Two lovers on a treacherous lane

I was always
The last winner
Your life's bane.
The curtain fell
The mute audience leaves the theatre
The show is over.

I am left alone to meditate over what happened during the course of the play.
What did I do? What did I say? Who was I on that particular day.
I need to regain my will to live after I peeled my soul to strangers.
I am naked, I feel naked.
Stripped from any conscious thought .

Did I play a part or was I a mere reflection of what I pretended to be?

I am not what I am supposed to be.
I fell nothing because I can identify those feelings.
I can't relate to other people's thoughts because I am not on their heads.
I made educated guesses.
I strive to connect the dots.
I fail miserably.

The feeling of inadequacy makes me stand up. I feel what sems to be anger, pain, formidable adversaries. I wage war against them and on the course of an hour I dwell the darkest spot on the stage, lit only by my reluctance to accept one truth. I have lost.

Lost myself one too many times, playing different characters, saying lines that I wouldn't dare uttering. I fail. Pretending to be what I thought others wanted me to be.

I cried but there were no tears left to flood my visage. I know they taste salty but it is only by memory I recollect that fact. I fake tears instead. I wish I cared.

War takes no prisoners. No important questions left to ask. The trail on blood tainted my soul permanently. Wipe it out is useless. The constant reminder of what once was and now is lost.

I hear a roar in the distance. They are here again. To feed on my essence to drink of my chalice. I must put myself back together, pick up the pieces and assemble them in a way that I could do something useful with it. I shall give them what they want and then I'll die again just to be born again and die again and again and again, in this everlasting cycle.

Once I am center-stage I don't know who I am anymore. Pretending is easier than living. Dying is a mere part on a much elaborate play, one I must master in order to live.
The feeling of inadequacy permeates me,
sets me apart from anyone else
Makes my actions tainted.

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life
I remember everyone of them.
I regret all of them

As a constant reminder of my failures, they haunt me.
Tear me apart and put me back together
Everyday I am a little bit different inside.

You are, by far, my greatest regret.
I regret not being there for you
I regret not being what you wanted me to be, whole.

I've got fragments of you puncturing my soul
It bleeds, it floods my entire being with your life.
I cannot separate. I cannot erase. I cannot live like this.

This is a desperate act to a desperate mind.
Tired of living and incomplete life
Knowing that you are someone else's wife.
Everyday, I am closer and closer to my grave.
Crazed soul, lost without a goal.
I dig my destiny, one shovelful at a time.

Everyday, I am closer and closer to  my grave.
Undressed to a overestimated ceremony.
Overwhelmed by a underestimated estimative.

Everyday, I am closer and closer to my grave.
A glaze, a glimpse to a future unsung
I blame myself not to do what I could've done.

Everyday I die a little
The ghost walks down the aisle
Grace never left her side, even as the years gone by
Were a cruel remembrance of my inadequacy
My inability to make plans and to live by my creed.
Comes back to haunt me on this dying day and forever you will set me free.
Caught between darkness and light…
Lift the veil
Urge the impending kill
Crack the scourge, turn red what once was pale.

Tender night, come forward
embrace what's left of the dying day
pray for he darkness to take the light away
Sound the dissonant chord

The cat rules the night
forever entwined, two worlds collide
Brace yourselves foul creatures 
Prepare to battle, the inevitable fight.

Follow the path
Narrow and treacherous 
And Don't forget the gift of life.
As you dwell on both sides of the trail.
Caught between darkness and light
There is no pain under my umbrella
No sorrow can permeate this soft membrane.
A protection to fallen tears
that bathes the earth beneath my feet.

There is no pain under my umbrella
No memory of lingering problems
Recurrent happenings, treacherous and alarming.
Pictures of you with someone else.

You were always
Springtime to my winter
Two lovers on a treacherous lane

I was always
The last winner
Your life's bane.

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Mauricio Fleury
Brazil
Current Residence: Brasil
Favourite genre of music: Prog/Rock
Favourite photographer: Amy Arbus
Favourite style of art: Photography
Operating System: Mac OS
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Favourite cartoon character: Johnny Quest
Personal Quote: "Don't care 'cause I've done my share"
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Thank you very much for watching my art. :)
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thank you forthe FAVE :)!
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thanks :)
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