viernes, 13 de septiembre de 2013

Violent

You don't know who I am
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...

Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you
Can't shift the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee

(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open
And if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt it's just I'm constantly on the cusp
Of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together
If you wanted to

(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
(Calling when you've had a few)
'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you

(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

(Do I wanna know?)
Too busy being yours to fall
(Sad to see you go)
Ever thought of calling darling?
(Do I wanna know?)
Do you want me crawling back to you?

sábado, 31 de agosto de 2013

...silence...

Remain in the warm silence,
Not done with killing the ghost yet...

lunes, 26 de agosto de 2013

miércoles, 21 de agosto de 2013

Wrongdoers (by Norma Jean)

This is just a tragedy
Just another tragedy

Feel the grave slide across my throat
I’ll live or die and then forget the trip
Forget the war, forget the struggle
-failure on repeat-
Drive for miles just to turn around and play it back again
-failure on repeat-
-failure on repeat-
-failure-

We came for killing
Hopeless yes we know but we don’t mind
Careful not to cut yourself
Unhand the knife drawer
And please replace the moon with the sun

I - know it’s hell to hope the feeling
Of knowing destruction isn’t forever, take it or leave it

We, we make love to the same mistakes
and never get tired, embrace the lover, make yourself comfortable

Whatever keeps me up
So fine, take this love and be gone I’m done
I always remind you, forget the pain and take the initiative

I guess we just consume danger
So keep your hands out of your pockets
Know that I never listen and I will never learn

Eat the ice and kiss this place goodnight
Eat the ice and kiss this place goodnight

We came for killing
Hopeless yes we know but we don’t mind
Blood to the bridle
Flood of red as far as we can see
Careful not to cut yourself
Unhand the knife drawer
And please replace the moon with the sun

We, we make love to the same mistakes
And never get tired, embrace the lover, make yourself comfortable

Whatever keeps me up
So fine, take this love and be gone I’m done
Always remind you, forget the pain and take the initiative

We make love to the same mistakes
We make love to the same mistakes

Whatever keeps me up
So fine, take this love and be gone I’m done
I always remind you
forget the pain
and take the initiative

I guess we just consume danger
So, keep your hands out of your pockets
Know that I never listen and I will never learn!

viernes, 16 de agosto de 2013

They win!

I will allow them to win today, raise arms and say they're in control.
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

Venomous tongues
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

Broken spells
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

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...