Me llamas Dante,
Soy del infierno,
Soy del corazón,
Soy de mi pasada.
Si soy de nuestro porvenir,
Amas me.
Yo soy.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
I just wanna die
Leaving all darks memories behind
Maybe lay under the cold rain
After death comes after me
What if a silver blade
Plays under my pale skin
And scarlet rivers run out of my veins
Until I can feel no pain
So I wonder if this was right
Or even if this isn't true
I just have to tell you
I'm sorry I really do
Excuse me if I can't cry
My eyes have no more tears
Blame all those sleepless nights
And those tragic years
Please forgive this erratic soul
Who can't understand how to be
In this freaking reality
Where everyone feels a hole
And is time to face the truth
I became a rotten one
I'm heartless monster
Who can't love even if I try
So now instead of looking
For redemption, miracle or pray
No my darling I don't behave well
I'm going to hell
Now pills wont affect me
Neither scratches will do
Only the pain I feel
After death comes after me
- Scratches, A suicidal poem
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC