miércoles, 9 de agosto de 2017
Today
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
Monster II
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
Monster I
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
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.
sábado, 15 de abril de 2017
Who the fuck cares
Night's not my thing.
Tonight I've borrowed some falsity
to behave like someone I'm not.
I've tried another time to be the one
I would like to be.
But reality comes crashing once again,
as I'm no one.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of this normality,
as I don't feel like I belong to it.
I've ran away one more time
from those I want to be with.
Who do I go to, where do I call.
Just hang my feelings,
cos' I don't want to have them anymore.
Is this a poem, is this a letter.
Who the fuck cares.
viernes, 24 de marzo de 2017
Moonlight
reflecting on the moonlight,
isolated from the shadows that I breed.
I've gathered dying roses shining bright
under the mantle of the lies you bled,
and now I feel the silence that is left.
Battlefield
cos' there's no innocence in battlefield.
The blood I swore I would protect has found its time
over the darkest ground I've ever seen.
Will I find myself among the murderers of light?
Should I break into tears for my enemies at night?
There's this piano piece I'm playing on repeat,
it just will not get out of me.
There's this melody that pacifies the pain
over a broken heart that needs to cry.