• I am from a city built in dreams.
    From the reality you can not run from.
    Under the night sky, the shadows of the buildings escape to celebrate under the street lights.
    The ocean sadly, begging the stars to always Gide her through her lonely journey.
    City painted with unknown feelings from the lost souls wandering around; while the moon gives them the light needed to follow they way around.
    The rain falling on top of you,
    Hitting your pale skin; refreshes your soul.
    I am a recreation of my mother and father.
    I am the light in your journey.
    I am your worse nightmare, that person you don’t want to meet,
    But you end you meeting without noticing.
    I am your obsession, your cure, your death.
    You can’t get rid of me.
    You can`t destroy me.
    I am from a land where your freedom can be bought with just a drop of your blood.
    Life is just the beginning to an eternity of slavery.
    Handing yourself to those superior to you,
    As they take your soul little by little.
    Until there`s nothing left.
    And you become just an image in someone`s mind,
    That slowly drifts away.
    This is my beginning, this is my end.
    This is were I’m from.