My last day at the sea

Aquella vez...

Sometime, resting at the sea
I saw the one that cannot see
tearing away the reality that surpass
his little nose like a compass
something scary, something awful
the sky that day was so uncolorfull
the water got dry upon my feet
the squeaky sound of his closed theeth
my heart was so sad and blue
my feelings werent like those of you
I heard the sound of a aching soul
coming to me like the eyes of the owl
for a second, i felt like the blind
following a guide dog from behind
going to the hatred nest
of the one without rest
empathy with another being
not an easy task to be doing
a crack in my mind opened inside me
to be helpful or not to be
quite decision I had to make
what, ultimately, was my sake
bothering the hiding snake
but give back what i've take?
the black pearls that he always has
are now sleeping in my eyes
a gift not for the light-hearted
not fully free of the hatred
I took my sword, piercing like the truth
stood by him, waiting until his throath
pronounces my name


P.D.: Prohibido preguntar por que hago regularmente cosas tan elitistas como esta (si, me acaba de salir el enano fascista de adentro).