Dripping down the insides of her thighs;
*******, on her are all the eyes.
The need to be tamed
she cannot control,
it's sick but the pleasure
screams: "just once more".
She craves it with every cell
but from her looks you could never tell.
Rough hands grabbing her tight,
controlling her as if she was a puppet,
mouth wide open gasping for air,
he keeps on slapping her until she says she loves it.
Black leather and cold chains,
purple and blue lights blow her brain.
It's all about being raw.
She's forced up off her knees
pulled hard by the hair,
as she keeps on saying please.
Ropes tied too tight leave their marks,
hot wet tongue licks all the bruised parts.
So many things to use,
but she's still the favorite toy.
Pointing fingers, narrow minds
but she's only there to enjoy.
No love, no sadness.
Just moans and madness.
You may think she needs affection,
the aftercare is cute,
but she has another type of hunger;
from this world to become a recruit.
Whatever it takes to feel good,
she's willing to do anything she's asked to.

The mind of that girl is a pain sanctuary
whose aching decreases due to a world that's imaginary.

From home she goes out to get away,
and all those nights in stranges she relies.

The soft morning breeze
tenderly dries the tears in her cheeks,
and childishly it peeks
through her bloodshot eyes looking for a trace of peace.

Nobody could really tell
if she, bones and flesh, is still alive
or if she's just a wanderer ghost.
Probably the only one of her kind.

The dark circles under her eyes
are a proof of the restless crying nights.

The tangled auburn messed up hair
tells she didn't sleep at home, but no one cares.

Picking up flowers on the way back home,
humming songs that once made her feel whole.
She rests for a few hours and once awake she grabs a pen,
she writes down a poem before she gets drunk again.

Somehow she finds calm
in the simple things of life,
and she tries not to think
about the coldness in her eyes.

Barely getting through, day by day,
trying not to be absorbed by all the grey.

Amassing countless heartbeats
to the final point where life she quits.

Go ahead and keep playing with me.
You think it's funny that you made me weak.

But in this moment I say no more,
the tables have turned and I stand strong.
And beware,
because I can make hell feel like home.

No tengo recuerdos de haber nacido. Quizás nunca lo hice.
Quizás sólo soy un alma vagando eternamente sin sentido.
Aferrándome a lo único que me conecta a la vida,
unidos por un delgado hilo *****, demasiado fino para soportar la distancia que recorro.
Dolencias que llegan de ninguna parte, llegan para no irse. Tal vez un asunto sin resolver... o varios.
¿Qué debo hacer? ¿Hacia dónde debo ir?
¿Acaso me permito quedarme un poco más? ¿O debería desistir?

You came in without knocking,
you took over the place.
Now everything is so messy,
my rhythm you've outpased.

I can't sleep since you live in me.

My body is decaying,
I want no food, just small sips.
It all stupidly started
the day I degusted your lips.

I can't eat since you live in me.

I won't sing my favorite songs
because you know how to play them.
Specific music now hurts my soul
because you, with your guitar, create it.

I can't enjoy something I love since you live in me.

My inside's so heavy,
you filled it with your stuff.
I'm unable to walk,
but I won't call your bluff.

I can't have will since you live in me.

Maybe it's not so bad,
maybe I'm being dramatic.
It's just that to me
you're so magnetic.

I can't think clearly since you live in me.

I know you're hiding something.
I know, to me, you're not good.
Maybe if I let time work on it
you'll finaly start being true.

I can't trust since you live in me.

I smoke my lungs black
because it makes me think of you.
I drink the night away
because it makes me forget you.

I can't stay healthy since you live in me.

There's a lot of things I can't do
since you live in me.
But I do love you
and want you to be happy.
Even if it destroys me.
So make a wreck of your home,
dim every light,
until you find a new one,
I'm sure it won't take that much time.

Now I accept you don't belong with me.
And I may spend too many days in grief
but at least I could taste your lips.
I can't be sure if you were the one
but I can say you were my happiest time.
But as happy as I was you also made me blue;
you ripped my heart apart and, sadly, I let you.