An ordinary day, a boring story,
life is sometimes just a habit...
A series of random pictures,
famous music...
I pray to God for more time,
but the mirror reminds me
that youth has passed
that autumn has come
that angels are there at the door
darkness comes, sleepless nights,
a prayer on pale lips ,
I feel fear, the hour is approaching,
beating in my chest...
The room is dark, and midnight has passed,
while the city sleeps, someone is thinking...
He is tormented by gloomy thoughts,
they chase sleep...
What does the new day bring?

ENVIAR CORREÇÕES