Sweet vain

Sometimes I find myself thinking,
between old memories and scents gone away...
and my face is full with sadness.

I waited long time one day
where I could take to happiness,
Screaming and suffering forward the fate
and yet it's all so vain?

Because there are those days when I would die ...
If to live means to engrave,
painting with a bloody knife in the heart,
the sweet memories, I want to fall tonight
into a dark abyss where my soul loses intuition ...
...hypnotizing about happiness,
and erase the sadness....