104 Weeks not so Far Away from Hell

Fighting thoughts, overthinking like angels loosing their wings due to bloody scars. Voices all around, screens of fake hopes leading to promises of a better world. 'D I feel it within my face decorating the entire floor? The moon raises and that DreamWorks's kid would be perfect on it but somehow, even knowing the stars are at the same place, it seems to be shining in a different way. Mixed feelings of joy and silence, an polished guitar and desperate. Tic tac, pointers keep dancing, a song comes to my mind but my fingers don't move. Estando ainda com o peito apertado por nada, traçando guerras com os ponteiros que seguiam disparados, dançavam a velha guarda de algum samba de raiz, tateando notas mudas.