Nostalgia

I walk tormented
My mind is seeking
In an anguish reflex
The one that I never wanted to know

My tears drop as rain
Contemplating the sweetness of the sky
God, as would not come to perceive?
The solitude of my soul among the people

I am afraid,
The Lance of Longinus tried to perforate my heart
I don't know because, but everybody hates me

It is that that I am stopped
Looking at the river of blood that passes
in front of me
Why does the hate exist?
I don't tolerate more that

I run for a distant place
I try to hide of the society
But the nostalgia scares me
I am not accepted in place none
The scorn eyes pursue me

And when I feel cheerful
I am forced to avenge my friends,
But I don't want,
I am stooping, thinking, stopped, crying
Looking at the darkness that it calms me,
Waiting the time that happens