I don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
ExistenceI guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymore
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
Can't figure out my life
and there's tears in my eyes,
please don't take me by surprise-
And I'm never gonna be the same again.
So please don't drop me
cause I've already been down
twice this week.
MantisI’m in love with a mantis, granted the bug is small it understands me.
Crawled to me, cradled me and touched my reactor.
Told me, my blood bleeds red. Not because of the hemoglobin, but because of cranberry juice.
Each pour of it, is of immense use, don’t waste it she said; it’s the seed to someone’s spruce.
Talk to the blade and your harsh skin; it’s time for a truce.
Be like Bruce. Become water, not the cactus.
Remove the rough skin, don’t let the water spill, bartending comes with practice.
Come within, meditate, regulate, lift those bad thoughts, Levitate. Then you will resonate.
At this point yall, I thought Eliza Thornberry and Dr Dolittle ain’t got shit on me.
Sittin back spongebob grinnin, Kermit tea sippin and ultimately. Introspecting.
See, the mantis is the small voice within us that tell us to remember,
That basketball shorts and flip flops should be banned in the winter.
On a cloudy day, behind the shroud, there is a great thing in
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screaming
in the darkness, in your bedroom.
It can be when the fresh smell of tea
(earl grey, hot)
in the morning
makes you unsure what to do
with your hands.
Can't Can't do this no more
Can't live this lie
I can't fall asleep and
Can't bare to cry
Can't run away
Can't live my life
I can't stop this pain and
Can't stop this knife
Can't find myself
Can't be in the norm
I can't find a safe place and
Can't hide from your storm
Can't hold up my head
But I can't live this way
I can't be your friend
Can't handle the pain
Can't let this happen
But can't let it end
You can't break my heart
Cause you know it can't mend
Can't say I'm sorry
Can't tell the truth
I can't say I love someone and
Can't say that it's you
Can't see you again
Can't tell you goodbye
Can't let you hug me
Cause you can't see me cry