martes, 14 de noviembre de 2017
I see the sun no rise, no matter how much I wait.
The night turns endlessly. The patience turns into desperation.
I hear the voices of the past behind my neck. They devour me slowly.
I watch the darkness fulfill my desires. It grows in me like death.
What should I do this time. To overcome this I whisper to the silence.
The echo of my voice awakens nothingness. Nothing new over the grass.
A foreign language for the weakness of the wind. Fragile, almost broken.
Asleep. Gone like words of love. Dead as poured blood. Forgotten.
sábado, 30 de septiembre de 2017
lunes, 25 de septiembre de 2017
This hypnotizing columbine
reveals its shine in front of me,
and grows in the garden of my heart.
Will I ever watch it... rise?
I can feel diamonds in the sky
just freezed and brightful.
They stare impassive at my downfall.
But the fire's gone,
the dream is on.
And the more that I want it,
the more that it grows.
miércoles, 9 de agosto de 2017
I have escaped from happy thoughts,
hence today I face the nothing.
The knife I hold will find no skin.
The gun I load will find no bone.
Today I miss my earliest dreamings,
the sight of innocence unknown.
Can't meet your eyes never again
cos' they reflect so much of me.
Still today I don't forget dark reveries.
miércoles, 12 de julio de 2017
The gaze of terror ran in pursuit after me, caught me at full moon and killed me by dawn. And now this monster grows healthy and pure in the roots of my heart.
Don't even bother asking, I'm not okay.
Someday I'll face my demons, but not today.
lunes, 1 de mayo de 2017
I watched desperately how autumn leaves kept falling around me, through endless days of miserable darkness. No giving up, no closure. The dirty rain found so many ways to get lost into the woods, but not a single colour was found that day. And it's always been this way. I felt the scream growing inside me like a devouring monster, restless, tireless. It wouldn't go away. Not in this cage I'd built for it, closed with a lost key.
I've stopped counting the tears I manage to contain. I've cried no more ever since.
martes, 25 de abril de 2017
bury me with all that you've got.
Clean all the wounds that I have let grow
and drink all the blood that is poured on the floor.
Carry me to the end of this vanity
while you find your way back home,
just forgive me for the battles that I lost.