both are about the inevitability of death; but where in one it is something inescapable, a destiny that won't change no matter who you are, were o will be, on the other who you are does matter, the bad things you did -to others and yourself-, have repercussion, and there's a 'god' (jigsaw in the beggining), who is going to judge you, and decide your end.

i wish i could find it- the word that may talk to me, through me, and that could only come from me.

a truth, is a truth yesterday and tomorrow, but the only things we can trust about their existence, are those we can see. i can only see the wall, and i cant remember the picture the mirror held on the other side, so i can't be sure about its truth, it may have been in some moment, but i cant see it anymore, i cant guarantee its existence anymore, i may have lost its value as a truth, and it may be now only a memory lost in star dust.

i might be afraid of the word im looking for

no puedo dejar de añorar el tacto de seda de tus manos

la brisa balsámica de tus susurros con el sabor mentolado de tus labios

calmando la pena de mi piel

recorriendo cada extremidad de mi cuerpo

reemplazando la sangre de mis venas con el aire de tus pulmones

no puedo dejar de pensar en tu mirada fantasmagórica

helada allí donde mi ira hierve

eterna en la fugacidad de nuestra vida

extraño todos los momentos que nunca tuvimos