HISTORY. A LOT. AND ALL BAD.
MY HISTORY
NEVERTHELESS I DONT FEEL LIKE THE PROTAGONIST
MY HISTORY
NEVERTHELESS I WOULDNT CHANGE ANYTHING

miércoles, 21 de septiembre de 2011

Last seconds

The sun is hiding,
I can see it hiding from me
1, 2, 3 little spots of light
1, 2, 3 lasts minutes of peace
The moon is rising
I can see it rising for me
And with her
The sorrow, the empty, the silence

I can’t see anymore,
My eyes are useless
Lost in my own darkness
I can’t hear a noise,
My ears are useless
Sounds lost in my mind
I can’t scream for help,
My mouth is useless
Lost in the silence of my soul

I’m my worst enemy
All this anger inside of me
I’m my own poison
All this rage inside of me
I’m my own end
This self-destructive attitude

This is my last story but not my last pain
This is my last scream but not my last suffering
I finally found my perfect overdose...

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