Tiago Monteiro' Profile

Though thoughts race through time to who knows where
even then the blood won't boil

Many mask their lives and live aloof to bare,
even then the blood won't boil

Suspicions and expectations rise but glances don't shadow,
even then the blood won't boil

Even though we continue to fruitlessly fight a loosing battle,
even then the blood won't boil.

although our steed is tired and and aching in his saddle,
even then the blood won't boil.

The soldiers contemplate the fight and hide their inibitions
even then the blood won't boil.

If I could fly, I know what I'd do. 
If i had wings and I we're gravity proof, 
for sure, I know what i'd do . 
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->1.     <!--[endif]-->If I could fly, I know what I'd do.
If i had wings and I we're gravity prof,
for sure, I know what i'd do .
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No, not this time, I stop and slice another line. 
One more for the collection, I sit binding up the section. 
Feeling the substance on my fingers, on my tongue, it slithers. 
Tastes like rusty metal, maybe thats what I'm worth to people. 
Trickling drops of my despair, glistening back at me as I stare. 
Dark beads of shiny liquid, each with their own eye, 
flowing down, falling faster with the time, 
It's only a moment, a little while ,till the crimson spots hit the tile. 
I can feel it, I'm going down, I'm Lost now. 
Escaping good, escaping evil through this game of tether. 
Another line has proven its self better, another sign of life in this desert. 
Edges tied to a soaked surface, I'm pulling it off on purpose. 
I'm pulling it off to feel better, so we can lifelessly lie together.

<!--[if !supportLists]-->1.      <!--[endif]-->Suffocating on the floor, falling down the on the plain.
Pale and numb I rest assured, pleasing pain wil come again.
Bruised and blackend, black and blue,
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->1.    <!--[endif]-->No, not this time, I stop and slice another line.
One more for the collection, I sit binding up the section.
Feeling the substance on my fingers, on my tongue, it slithers.
... continued

Elegant , fashioned together by God, with silk and fine tapestry
She is a radiant light.  Highly esteemed.
I see her clearly down the corridor, she probably
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Elegant , fashioned together by God, with silk and fine tapestry 
She is radiant light.  Highly esteemed.
I see her clearly down the corridor, she probably 
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Stuck on you, imagening the dream,

Seeing plans yet to be, seeing rivers yet to stream.
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No, not this time, I stop and slice another line. One more for the collection, I sit binding up the section. Feeling the substance on my fingers, on my tongue,it slithers, tastes like rusty metal, maybe thats what I'm worth to people. Lost now, escaping the good, escaping the evil. Another line that has proven its self better, another sign of life in this desert. Soaked surface, on the edges tied, pulled off, together we lie