Far from the Sea of Roses

My being is blinding my eyes, She's the judge of my lethargy... inside the sea Subtle range of tones impregnate my innocence with roses of salt Waters of the marshes feed my verses of sand They reveal the art creating... She cultivates smiles in this oasis of sadness You are the owner of its shores... I usually escape and breathe next to this sea full of life, wonder and melancholy Sometimes I like to play inside my mind... different lights lead my way depending on my destiny... The path that leads my way far from the sea, far from the sea... of roses... it's drowning... Never ending memories everlasting sensations, where are they going? The balance of death, my ego fills up with strength... it's growing more Bridges that take me from instinct to reason are rising all around... River in my entrails over glass rubbles with direction to oblivion... I used to think and meditate and how a star helps me go through that hawthorn path I used to cry but I never spill any black tears for her in my lonely bed The path that leads my way far from the sea, far from the sea... of roses... it's drowning...