To void people

Too many times I exchanged your empty eyes for deep glances,
too many times watching the horizon I saw over, where there was already a border ...
too many times I hoped that everyone had a heart and too many times I was deceived you were Better people.
Too many times I saw the good where the words were about to exist but the facts were bad.
Too many times, too many times ...

And now I'm tired, and my corner is full of light ... and you who feed the shadow by drying the happiness of those around... you see nothing but yourself.
We are all in oblivion,
In the darkest void in ourselves, hugging a cold skeleton.
We are all off, we are the same, but the choices change direction.
To you that you have nothing, except flesh and anger.
To you that you do not see the stars, but shout in the darkness.
To you, that there is nothing left to you, to you who are alone: ​​by choice and complain of those who love you.
To you angry, frustrated, closed, bigoted, false, hypocritical, arrogant ... I do not understand you.

Too many times I've exchanged your problem for my moral question,
taking to my heart of your pain as in a small nest and doing it myself: helping you when you struggled against yourself for kill me.
Too many times I was wrong to do good to those who did not want it, preferring to get hurt.
Too many times I read the lips of those who trembled thinking he was hurt and instead wanted to scream to me.
Too many times I hugged your hurt by choice, thinking I could fight it, dropping ... and you've always left me, hurt in your darkness.
Too many times I offered sweet words to those who in the dark abuse me with no sense.

We are all alone,
Pain illuminates us as the moonlight, is there to help us walk the way.
Now I hold my hand alone.
Help who helps.
I love who loves.
You are nothing but thieves.
You are nothing but vampires.
You are nothing if not empty boxes.
You are nothing.
Flood yourself in your shit.
Fuck.