Enought
Andre Pars, Edson Graseffi, Elcio Cruz
Last moments of suicidal
the start of the end
when times comes
a final point
first hours of the night
the darkness enclosed me
the smoke envolves me
I feel the place
heavy, morbid
sad and irksome
There´s no more why
There´s no more meaning
Enough! Enough!
The chair screaks
I hear the cigarrets
burning on
a verb comes to my mind
clamoring for me
I cry and I beg for forgiveness
There´s no more why
There´s no more meaning
Enough! Enough!
Remembrances of my life
comes to torture me
anguishing me
devouring me
part per part
slowly
until the end
