viernes, 13 de septiembre de 2013
Violent
I have built a nice charade
There is violence growing
Visions you couldn't picture
Desires of cataclysms
Apocalyptic wishes for us all
Self-made bruises and scars
A part of me I wish to hide
It won't be evident for you
What if I tell you it ain't true?
The whole story is not good
I am not like you have thought
Been appealing until now
But the time has come to break
Hit the mirror with your head
See the face on the other side
As ugly and repulsive as it is
Then you get closer to the real me
Violence flowing passive inside
Extinct by the common law
For the eyes of them I am not
I am absent, gone and repelled
Don't come closer for your sake
I may turn inside out for you
And nothing further could come
Deception for the reality
That is what I can be for real
I challenge you not to try
Better step away of the beast
It might appear least expected
And ruin the lovely game
Friendship ain't so in here
Just a mean to calm the hunger
Of having to eat the darkness
Swallow a last breath from them
And grow in the dimming lights
Death bringing hidden life
Beware, don't feed the animal
It's unleashed when words are said
Only you both can trigger this
Insanity and decadence from me
The truth behind the lies
The violence behind the piece.
miércoles, 11 de septiembre de 2013
Do I Wanna Know? (by Arctic Monkeys) - indeed that is the question...
sábado, 31 de agosto de 2013
lunes, 26 de agosto de 2013
Momento
miércoles, 21 de agosto de 2013
Wrongdoers (by Norma Jean)
viernes, 16 de agosto de 2013
They win!
Hands down. lost will, I surrender, at least at the eyes of them all.
There's something bigger than them, something they proclaim to defend.
It's people like those that make me mistrust the Gospel of such mouths.
Yet, I leave inside the view of your face and the moon over a clean blue sky.
The words you say and the strength that you inspire will help me through this.
It's the honey in your eyes that feeds the hopes of becoming a Saint.
Pause the heartbeat for an aeon, make a life from it and we'll be free.
There's a light shining far from the crowd's eye and it's for us alone.
If there is a wish inside the fire, is to be seen by you through and through.
Peace has landed in places with no other resource than desperation.
Value in the little things I never appreciated for being chasing opinions.
jueves, 15 de agosto de 2013
Me against you
Whispering the same old songs
It's been this way for far too long
I seem to reap what's to come
Your eyes see wrong
Accusations make me strong
I've been waiting here all along
Lingering where I don't belong
Silence your voice
Let me out and make a choice
Spread the word, bring the noise
Then sit above and just rejoice
Wisdom to impose
Judge the thorns without the rose
Listen to the claims only of those
Who came to split and destroy us
A sign marked till death
Scarlet letter tattooed on my head
It wouldn't matter how long I've bled
It will haunt and remain till the end
Get me facing the wall
Will take the bullets from them all
Kiss the ground but shall not fall
Thy Hand I grab through all in all
Here I stand in front
All consequences shall I affront
My will is determined and blunt
Happiness is the price I hunt
martes, 13 de agosto de 2013
Agnes
Open eyes
No more lies
Wasted time
Dissapear
Show no more
Swallow word
Gone for good
Demolished
Place I knew
It's all new
Oblivion
Took too long
Wide awake
Couldn't stay
Won't look back
Gave it all
Then I shut
All for sure
I'm back now
Will you come?
What you'll say?
Did I pay?
Was I gone?
As for me
Happy again
Feel no chain
On my feet
sábado, 13 de julio de 2013
cumplir?
grito ahogado para recordarte que tienes más vida. sé libre, lo necesitabas. no te ahogo más. diste más de lo que jamás podrás recibir. se feliz hoy y cada otro año.
lunes, 8 de julio de 2013
(new moon)
sábado, 6 de julio de 2013
number two. (tantrums again)
and I must then figure out new ways to fill my time. and I won't fail. two months, three years, what difference does it make? you won't care anyway. get busy with the world that revolves around you, so cold, so white, so loathsome. me, trying to dig out "the better part of me" (it was not gone with you, it was buried by your silence). still hurt by places and words here to torture me but I will learn new roads to avoid until I heal. don't take me wrong... these public letters to you are my sick sad little ways to call your overwhelming name. does this matter in the end? I don't know... you tell me. I mean, please tell me...
