Poetic Tragedy

A singer, a writer,
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there, there, there, there

then in violent, frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was is just a tragedy

The Used

Silencios que ensayan sombras
e inciertos brotes de ambiguedad
Unos labios entre brumas
Y una boca ciega que aun podia mirar
y siempre estuve arañando tu sombra
envolviendome en tu aroma y en tu andar

- Daniel F -