Detextor

Para sonhadores solitários, desejos jamais serão realizados. E para esta mente raivosa, e este corpo dolorido, jamais haverão esperança. E tal como as flores que desabrocham ao luar, a serenidade encontra-se apenas em sonhos de morte. E a tua voz esmagada no abafar das minhas aflições ainda espalha o seu perfume. E o quão corrompido e mentiroso eu sou, para apenas destroçar esta ilusão que tento negar. Se ao cair do luar a minha última partida fosse contigo, talvez essa viesse a ser a minha salvação. img: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/81153188

Blowing up the pain, I'll drown this unreasonable way of living. For someone like me, happiness is not worthy. But still, to go on breathing, that's enough, isn't it? I'm not the devil, but if I were to be crushed,   there would still be hope for me. And if I were to die, would it be okay? To face such concept is not that easy. Loving and keeping on wishing for it is such a vulgar and hollow dream. It's outrageous how fake and oblivious they are, they don't love at all, all they do is lying. But then, why does healing a shallow wound take so much suffering? Although if I were to be forcefully ostracized, there would still be hope for me.   And before I realized that, it was carved into my mind. And could I ever be saved? Could this hateful heart ever be brought to light one day? Artwork: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/55083464

There is no salvation, no hope, no love. We are all degenerates struggling to find light. Everything was meant to fall long ago. My struggle is to find the truth and shout out my voice. But oh dear, would you stay despite knowing we are all alone and love is shallow? Would you leave me in order to pursue something greater and meaningful? These wounds won't heal, my anger is unbearable, I want my cold heart to find its soil. We are all dead, but within our decay there is some beauty, some grace and mercy. We proliferate all blind and spread our poison. Everything is thoughtless we can't count on anyone. But oh dear, even if death kissed me, would our romance drown together, swirling down in the pits of lament? img: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/31939288

The old past days are resurfacing with a drowsy and slippery voice. The mist-cloaked sky pouring sadness in your heart is now crumbling. And my fateful eyes are now placed into an ocean of myosotis. I'm still singing for you by your side until our days erupt in a mournful sunshine. Original: http://detextor.blogspot.com/2020/01/myosotis-cpla.html https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/86990177

Extend your hands and let me reach them. These unsevered feelings are still cherished. Shrinking in my pride, I've become self-conceited. Although, all but you, all but your precious shall remain pure. The loneliness of my heart, the soil of my hatred, I'm nothing but ugly, the leftover of its past. Being so petulant, what's my worth for? I'm so fucking blind! Tears silently blown by the wind, everything is so miserable, everything is so meaningless. At the intersection of the two poles, the sky has lost its strength to rise. At the end of life there is still some hope, although the bitter truth lies ahead of my eyes. The time has passed, and the painful smile sank nowhere but within the hell's flower. image: https://www.deviantart.com/nanomortis/art/Sky-Is-Over-716067592

Tu que tanto desejas ser amado, o que significam as tuas palavras? Com os teus versos indelicados, o que desejas tanto? Como é que podes falar tão cegamente do amor? Os teus versos sujos são como uma espada de dois gumes. Os teus olhos maldosos procuram algo irreal. O teu coração queima de malícia, cospes nada mais que ódio. Com a tua língua de cobra, envenenas o amor como um romance de Shakespeare. Se aprenderes a amar-te poderás ver que há esperança, algo mais puro e verdadeiro. Porém, a tua loucura levou-te a delirar. Tu sujas o amor com a tua poesia imunda. O mesmo amor que te é oferecido, é o mesmo que rejeitas. A viver em tanta decadência emocional, um dia desaparecerás só no meio do vazio cósmico. original: http://memoriasdeumdetextor555.blogspot.com/2020/01/poeta-dos-aflitos.html imagem: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/63626331

Gratitude overflowing from my tears, you were always the light shining a way in the darkness I was sinking. Such words can't describe the love I will forever nourish you deep in my heart. I can't be thankful enough for your deeds! Then, at least let me eternalize you, with these words that are overflowing  from this very beautiful recital that I'm shaping with all my might only for you.