speak with mirrors, but I say nothing, I ask about me, but do not know what to say ... Only I can listen to the echoes of my own thoughts. My skin is literally burning, and under my nails are just waste, waste from many past lives. The heat will kill us, and I want my air or cool. My hair is between my fingers, and start to feel a void in my skull. Naked and sweaty, wanting to make it clear that beyond that door there is nothing.
from scratching my skin, I started to feel my bones that have been eaten away by hungry mice. The heat comes from inside me and mixed with the heat outside, and I want to remove one by one each part of my body, be completely stripped, no meat, skinless, boneless. I can not stand as hell, and do not understand if after all I've been so good. I do not want no hugs, no love, I love samples affect the senses. A vapor is introduced into my body undoing what's inside, melting all without leaving traces, pity that my soul is immune, and all that remains is nothing left, everything was no one remembers, everything I said nothing makes sense, and yet all that is still mine.
From what little warmth I felt, I no longer feel what you used to feel, but keep looking to look at you looking, trying to hide what ever made me think. Well, now there are only memories and more memories, confusion, trying to become consistent, but as I try very hard to be. Gas masks appear to cover what you do not want to show, no gas masks for the smell rotten society. Millions of gas masks to not smell the shit of the nation that served to mislead us.
Plush Bears pounded with anger, innocence, absorbed leaving no traces of life, warmth that creeps into your being and makes you show your instincts ... Everything is diluted with water gushing through the pores, everything fades, it dies, it goes, with the river of life is dead.
Stains on sheets, dirty dishes, garbage piles up, the house is dirty. All precipitates less rain, the room is closed, the air is running out, I'm choking on one, I keep thinking but not thinking about anything, meaningless phrases begin to hear, "Let me be," "Let me be" "Let me" "Leave it", there's no escape I'm coming ...
Please get me out of here ... The heat will not let me live, and when at last I can think only think of the blessed solitude, which never can be assembled in the lies he told me without much thought, knowing full well that I die my life living death.
from scratching my skin, I started to feel my bones that have been eaten away by hungry mice. The heat comes from inside me and mixed with the heat outside, and I want to remove one by one each part of my body, be completely stripped, no meat, skinless, boneless. I can not stand as hell, and do not understand if after all I've been so good. I do not want no hugs, no love, I love samples affect the senses. A vapor is introduced into my body undoing what's inside, melting all without leaving traces, pity that my soul is immune, and all that remains is nothing left, everything was no one remembers, everything I said nothing makes sense, and yet all that is still mine.
From what little warmth I felt, I no longer feel what you used to feel, but keep looking to look at you looking, trying to hide what ever made me think. Well, now there are only memories and more memories, confusion, trying to become consistent, but as I try very hard to be. Gas masks appear to cover what you do not want to show, no gas masks for the smell rotten society. Millions of gas masks to not smell the shit of the nation that served to mislead us.
Plush Bears pounded with anger, innocence, absorbed leaving no traces of life, warmth that creeps into your being and makes you show your instincts ... Everything is diluted with water gushing through the pores, everything fades, it dies, it goes, with the river of life is dead.
Stains on sheets, dirty dishes, garbage piles up, the house is dirty. All precipitates less rain, the room is closed, the air is running out, I'm choking on one, I keep thinking but not thinking about anything, meaningless phrases begin to hear, "Let me be," "Let me be" "Let me" "Leave it", there's no escape I'm coming ...
Please get me out of here ... The heat will not let me live, and when at last I can think only think of the blessed solitude, which never can be assembled in the lies he told me without much thought, knowing full well that I die my life living death.
04/22/2008 11:50 pm
Barquisimeto - Vzla
Barquisimeto - Vzla
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