"Times like these,i wish to be buried in the sand!"

I always think about how it would be buried in the sand,free from all the misery,free from my pride ,my sin ,my waste of life…I know that you are outside but you can´t come,im the one to blame,im the other side forbidden to your breath…..im the real disaster,im an outcast sent to the reign of the madness,sent in despair ,sent in freeze.
I would like the scorpions would take me away to the tumb,away of your life,away of your breath,far away, in the end ,in the limits of the Earth….how I wish become into dust ,dust that would touch you ,touch your skin,your deep inside like an organ hide, waiting to be discover…..waiting for a meaning,but my fade is to suffer in secret in the dark,waiting for your call…..like an illusion i will be grabbed through the air …into the sky,carried by your fly into the starry Heaven on Earth…so we will be together till the end of times,without sorrow or pain till there is no Moon……


Bahebak,habeby…