To The Light.

What am I still doing here?
Equalizing every detail without asking
Give me light
Wish my demons to be silent, to fulfill the 'enough'
I am into redemption
The light from the sun
And from these artificial lights
hurts me and my eyes
The light of the aura
that once served as witnesses to my weaknesses,
Now roams so away
Shines in another soul
In another iris
The stains are stuck with me
A canvas so tragic, but beautiful in the beginning of the story
The day my world had no more strength
And my compass no more direction
Departed in two chapters.

It should not hurt so much
Those were a few days
Though, were not close to short
It was not ordinary
Not even a second of it.
It seemed last forever
That everything it meant
Though, everything ends.
I was not smart
Not even a second of it.

I felt I would lose
I did not see
I feel I am lost
Because everytime I find myself
I can not keep it.
I believe too much in the most wrong people
In the most wrong moments.
The trace left shows how blindfolded I was.
Shows how enchanted I remain.
What am I doing here?
Holding my breath without wanting
Look into my eyes and erase it all, deliver me
Send me to the light.