Am I Wrong?

What is the space between us?

How many years or miles... 
Have I walked off?

Where is the path I painted?

When did I turned away
Far from that game.


May I, not run, 
Am I wrong?
There's no place to go
Beyond.

Thing should be done... someway different 
Different than we thought.

Have I been wasting footsteps?

Unable to decide... Am I right?


Is there any path to come back?

What will I find in there when I arrive?

May I, not run, 
Am I wrong?
There's no place to go
Beyond.

Thing should be done... someway different 
Different than we thought.


I might've been wasting heart-beats...
I might've been wasting soul-steps...


So, when did I become so blind?
Unable to find my path?

May I be wrong? 
Can I be right?


Far from the start started to rain
Drowning all I've held.

Might I return?
Should I come back?


May I, not run, 
Am I wrong?
There's no place to go
Beyond.

Thing should be done... someway different 
Different than before

LyraGothe,,

E-

A trip to nowhere, with someone I don't know...

To go so far away from home.

From the seashore my mind colours everything...

To rest so far away from here...

And I can't even scream your name

To call for you when

My mind is going down again...

I don't know If we're really there...

I cannot change

What I can't even explain.

In the time

I know not when.

In the place

I do not know where.

Now the mist

Covers everything...

The curtain has fallen

Over you and me.

Excuse me, darling, if you can't hear my voice...

Sometimes it feels I talk alone.

A freezing moment, to find out your cold hand,

To walk away and walk away...

And I can't even say I'm real.

Sometimes I'm not here

When you turn your soul to me...

In the time

I know not when.

In the place

I do not know where.

Now a mist

Covers everything.

The curtain has fallen

Over you and me.

Enter my mind
Leave us all alone
Do not hear what they talk.
Once I felt you.

Now I can't feel myself.
Agony takes my soul and says...

If you were here.

LyraGothe,,

Another dead tree

Dreadful, lonely memories I keep.
Still solitary, sad... Solitary as me.
I've taken fligh above a giant tree
Of Angel's feathers and Evil's leaves.

O, giant God who lies under my feet,
As I buried you, I was born in me.
I've taken my precious freedom to see
What's hidden behind all the beauty you hid.

I shout'd to something that shone in the sky,
And a haze appear'd in the soil, and the eyes
Still blind as you brought 'em here to survive
They still blee, 'cause they see all the misery we have.

LyraGothe,,

Growing up

When you're a child, you think that everything comes from a tree.

Then when you grow, you learn that you're the one who must sow that tree. Later, you know that tree grows from a seed. When you grow up a little more, you realize that the tree grows differently depending the season in which you've sowed it. Time after, you learn that not every soil is optimum for every tree.

And when you became old, you know that not everything comes from a tree. And you've wasted your time sowing.

Writing letters to no one.

Dear you,
Daring me.

Thinking you'd reply...
And you did
Ignoring all I cry.

I wasted my time
Painting the words
I wanted you to say
But you hate my art.

I failed.

But soon I will dance,
Leaving all behind
Staring at Sun
From the dark.
And no one will read
The letters I'll write.
My dear...
I'll fly.

Dear you,
Daring me.

Behind that rock I learnt
How to be
a "full of misery".

Feeling how your
Sun still shines.
The same old dance
Which I denied.

Disharmony awoke,
The day I lost,
The will I will...
Give up.

And soon I will dance,
Leaving you behind
Staring at Sun
From my dark.
And no one will read
The letters I've write.
My dear...
Goodbye.

My Sweet Dark Home

No,
no matters how far,
I've sailed with my thoughs

You're soaring the pain inside...

While I weep,
In every tear,
Staring at me.

Bathed in crimson seas...

And I won't
Keep looking for
Stars in this cold...

Night in which my sorrow becomes...

My sweet Dark Home.
My Love,
Broken while I...

Run,
Away from the sun.
Fate: this dust;

The ashes of love's eternal flame,

Dead by your shame,
Cursed by my blame,

Blessed to late for a filthy light,

Which sparkled in vain,
And failed in my...

Tortured soil and begs for a breath...

Within this lie.
... My skin.

LyraGothe,,

Loveless

My daybreak seems dead
A picture of unfullfilled dreams,
Hung up in a wall of pain
A vein which constantly bleeds!

So I let fear take care of me,
Neither love, nor hope came here.
My daring pride died within!

And I run Away in the soil of sin!

No, really, I have no choice...
Anyhow... It's over.
Pain lies away in restless guilt...
And as ocean without sky,
My whole life hovers
And I cry again for the loss inside.

My life... It ends with the neverending sorrow...
Lost, now.
And I feel how the moon devours my emptyness...

Selfish, 'cause I keep you
In every dream.
Forever to stay
Here with me!

And over and over again
This failure turns into sick
Filthing, my dearest wish.

No really, I have no choice...
Anyhow... It's over.
Pain lies away in restless guilt...
And as ocean without sky,
My whole life hovers
And my starving soul now cries for you!

"And the humans will dance around filthy pollen,
while God coughs up the blood he has stolen.
Their empty lifes will survive as a falling,
while a bitch on their mind looks out for black honey.

And the world wouldn't be as a garden,
because you wouldnt be as a flower
because your soul with their cold with cower
And your life would be a heavier burden."

LyraGothe,,

Just like Hell

My dear...

Spring dies in time where darkness blind.
No eyes, no voice, no one feels the call.
Closer now, my hope's grave
Buried alone with those lies...

A dream fade away... while a wall from Heaven fell...

A prison, my death.
Cold crimson state
Why have I to see these gates?

My dear... I said
I would give you breathe,
And I wept...
Promising you the Hell.

The best secret kept ever
Dying in my prayer
So far away from the sun...

My skin burns in the fire,
And guilt lives as a burden
In the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

To remind that dreams
Won't never be forgotten,
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

And hurting as heart
Pounds in my soul
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

LyraGothe,,

Crystal asphyxia

Hatred betrayed in ye hearts o'slavery,
Insightful thy end, filthy sight.
Denied my dream as I entered thy lie,
The ebony clock of their fate
... cracked.

This boiling black blood on this scar;
remember that wind blown in the wrong side...
The tortured laugh of this crime
Murdered our souls, now we burn in our flight!

This empty soil where we weep...
The earth in our hands...
Please, let me be a carrier of grief!
Let me spread this germ!

Die in our dying, in mankind's madness
Belch out the fire which is burning inside!
Curse them to eternal drowning in their vanity!
Let us love our brief sin...

"And thou -forever forsaken-
wilt cry in the embrace of the night...
And the moon in your hands will survive."

LyraGothe,,

And now...

Now...? Everything ends...

The fallen leaves of those trees, they remind me where we end... Where we begin. Every feeling I've felt, it ends in a memory, a flash in the memory... The beauty of the enchanted moon, the wide ocean in front of me.

The wind blows more today; It forgets everything on his way... The poisoned flowers, -of course-... Nothing less than my heart fading away, again and again...

LyraGothe,,

Walking the void

The swirl of obscurity,
it muted my life...
As another soaring,
to eternity,
to die.

In that corner,
How many tears I cried,
to let bloom that flower,
solitude,
they call it that.

-Among those ghost-
Suffering, but still soul-alive,
still alone, still divine.
His cold lips kissed my life,
-Then I get lost-.

I will put out each word,
that stain this night white.
Diamond features among,
every shade in crystal night.

I will cry under the rain,
In the fearest cold,
I will play.
For every sin,
I will die.
and in that stream,
I will fade away.

LyraGothe,,

We sail...

A word glimmers among the mist.
The cold winter freezes the time.
Too many feelings; a tempting sin.
An early though; your glazed eyes.

Even ethereal birds curse me,
But I don't believe it.
Red wine; Black majesty.
Black wine for this sin.

Let life remember;
Take that moon,
our dream of amber,
and turn it gloom.
Turn it real,
Because I wish you.

I sail.... on seas of naivety.
Unconscious of reality.
You said... long better.
Still I don't believe in faith,
But I praise for thee.
In my soul, your grace.

Then I sail alone.
Strong winds remember me,
They remind me
Where I belong.

Not here anymore...

Lyra Gothe,,

There's no limit

No place for soul. There's no place for soul. No soil for heart. There is a chalice to the blood that hands shed, screaming for the inner-pain which is killing her minds. Their sorrowful faces, lighting the darkness of their sadness. Living just with a failed love, and just for that failed love... Even in woe proudly of being the ones. They like obscurity, they like their purity, their sorrow and the screams of the heart- and silence... Because they don't dream about being only humans, so they fight for their hope.

Even I was tired... my wings... they blew soaring to the moon, with her beatiful melancholy and pain, seeking for my hope.

Child, you've become a God. I love your beauty as much as your faults. Don't stop flying to the infinity...

Lyra Gothe,,

My abandonned poem...

White... thoughs and thoughs
life that cries after laughs...
and loves... your smile.

A broken ease...
A chaos in disguise...
A blackness lit by tears.
Another hopeless lovely times...

Faithful even in dreams.
My Lord, my beauty Prince...
I'll bath in your tears,
I'll kiss you when you scream...

There's no sin by your side,
but magic...
Star, shine forever,
this sky is all yours...

Sing up that canticle, heart,
Sing up that canticle again...
Sing it louder than silence.
Sing alone that canticle...

That silence killed me once.
That solitude sickened me,
as she's doing now...

I've desobey the night...
Just to be yours...
For you, to be mine.

Even your flower is longer
more beatiful that mine...
Maybe it's 'cause I pull
all the petals off...
Asking them if you love me.
Even I knew you don't...

Proudly I'm bleak,
Sadly I'm just thorns,
I'm weak...
I'm alone...
Sick because of your eyes...
Dying because of your soul.

LyraGothe,,

Let it go

Don not tell us what to do.

Let us be the ones. The ones who play with mistery.

Let us create fantasy. Curse the time.

Let me see. Let me see there, that slumber, that beautiful darkness.

And what about the gulls? They'll fly away. As we do. As we believe in magic.

Let it change. What about the diamonds, the ones that shine in this neverending night?

And then... What about the night? Curse the light. We are the shine.

Let us fly away. You obey to you Lord.

We'll be here, maybe there, under our own control.

Crying behind the mist.

Because every day is a day, night is just as a dream.

And what about the soul? Let it go... She never loses the way of her Lord.

My Prickly Rose

This is a sculpture I made a few months ago. It's My Prickly Rose. I don't know the reason for what I did it. I think art is the reason.

But I have another reason. Rose, represent the beauty. The thorns the obstacles. To take the beauty of the rose, we must bleed because of the thorns.

So sometimes is really hard to hold it. But don't give up. Every think I feel I write it.


This one, is a painting of Ultimecia. I made it a few years ago... When I was young. Is Ártemis, the Godess of the Hunting, Agriculture and of the moon (even later, the Godess of the moon was Selene and Artemis lost this honor :P). Just make art and be creative. Let your soul dominate your mind. And your heart, feel it. Never blame it.

"Show me a worker with big dreams, and in him you'll find a man who can change the history. Show me a man without dreams, and in him you'll find a simple worker." B.Shaw

A monster as a sickness

"Butterflies, a lot of dark butterflies flying over mi soul."

Will be darker this darkness? Oh, monster, oh monster o'mine. I hate you so much. Why you love me? Or why you hate me? 'Cause I feel like an angel was taking care of me, but he cannot fight against you. Hate+Love is not zero. Leave me alone then... I don't need you, no anymore. I want to open my eyes and see that there's something more. There is always sadness, confusion, anguish... But there's something more... I'm tired of shout when nobody is listening. I'm tired of listen when nobody is shouting. Dissapear monster, dissapear. Forget this soul and join another world. I will always keep flying. Of course I will. Just a breathe... Just a breathe...

Angel of desire, thanks for being here. You must know that I'll build up a new place with your magic, for you to come as a wanderer or as a God.

Sail in my dreams

This leads to an endless way until I wish to know your name; I want to shout it when anguish becomes light. The blood of your soul is as anesthesia; your look as my shelter. What is the color of your eyes? Be my faith, sparkling smile. Be the last, the last one who forgives this angel of desire. Think not that the beast is at home -cause am I your beast, and can't leave you alone- but don't see it. So don't fear. Know not that is me. Thanks for these wings. Dissapear into light, and join me in blackness. Be my hope and my fear, my silence, my screams; your fire I will be-as I am now- so just burn in passion, and be careful. Think that fear is longer than pain; that brain is just a tool. My soul, your soul, this gloom, your eyes, our moon. There's nothing realer that me and you.

Lyra Gothe,,

Dreaming in my madness

Tearing myself apart with a sick blaze.

Cannot see the rain
when my eyes are still blinded
with his divine haze.

Only a iron shadow bathed in crimsons sleeps.

I'll be there... maybe.
'Cause you won't... But might be...
Heaven.

Stop it now.
Or follow me...

The creech of the heart cannot be silent anymore.
So hear it! Blame it!
Bless it! Then curse it with your faked smile.
Let it survive, just for be blessed
With your loner soul existence.

'Cause have your tears,
Is long better than keep my happiness.
Because your sadness...
Is the furthest way I can reach.

"Until that, two eyes walk the night. Hand in hand. With
a wonderful creation. They flower they soar, now grows
beatiful -as their love-. He's feeling like a little King; his
little princess follows the trail of his breathe. "I'll always
be here", was the promise in their fire. Everything to
share, nothing to lose."
But now, just tears to shed.

The soul joint ends in a dead dream, even waiting to be dreamt.

Fill the void again, nothing to lose, neither to gain. Just nothing.

Lyra Gothe,,

Arting everything

Burn.

Burn.

Burn in this passion.

Feel the flames of your own soul.
Fill your smile with art.

Believe in magic. Burn in magic. Ask for what you deserves. Nothing less. That's art.

Live in secret, and your undercover will be more valuable. Say my name when you want, because I can always hear you. That's art.

Go ahead with your dreams. You'll have blessing if you don't disturb anyone. Don't never open your eyes if you are happy. Then smile. That's art

Feel alone. Feel sad. Be a friend of that mysterious spirit called solitude. But if you wish it, have it. That's art, because you want it to be art.

"Solitude is a good friend, but it cannot make you laught. Don't believe with faith, believe with certainty." Dedicated to Agent Dale Cooper

Lyra Gothe,,