lunes, 17 de febrero de 2014




Han vuelto aventureros, ¿les ha gustado la historia de las musas? Y eso que solo hemos arañado la superficie. ¿Quieren conocer a un par de ellas? O tal vez quieran saber la historia de Olian y la musa.

Que historia… Pero esta historia suena mejor así:

So, there was she Laying down of a tree
Can you hear her screaming, once again?
Or are you so consumed and incontent?

Voices you can’t hear 
With everlasting greed

Begging on her knees
For the end of this
Waiting for the tears
That kills the beast

You`re smiling as you bite the hand that feeds 
But will you never see?

Always asking for more
Never enough
She was always right there
To hold the nightmare

Needing what your arms cant reach 
Thinking you are in need

Floating between love and hate
Singing about a prey
Trying to be still
While the darkness kill

All of the horror that you`ve put me through 
How can I make up my mind this time?

Hurt a muse
And live with guilt
Endless pain,
Will fill your days.

Sacrificed my life to be with you 
There is nothing more from me you can consume

Oh poor boy
Hiding on a road,
A trip of excess and darkness
But really is madness

Would you please? 
Set me free

Loneliness will be the only certain thing
In your broken mind made of steel
I wish you happiness, but I know you won’t
Cuz when you make a muse miserable, you are cursed

Never again will I be with you 
Never enough to devour your greed