As time accomplice
Fate instantly acts
Manipulating at will
The origin of existence.
Memories are ruins
Of a lost illusion
In deep abysses of
And unconscious pride.
The desires are suppressed
Madness makes presence
In desperate thoughts
Of darkness and revenge.
Subjected to a maze
The hope it becomes weak
Trying escape the torment
That disturb the tranquility.
Laments and murmurs
Are voices in the head
That seek to deceive
!! Reason and Conscience!!.