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.

I heard him closing the door.
He lives in the flat next to mine.
Some seconds later I was right behind my door,
trying to catch a glimpse of him in the night.
Trying to go unnoticed,
though I wished to get his attention somehow.
If I just was a little pretty
I would run to have a small talk with him now.
He was already gone,
but there was something driving me crazy;
His perfume was sneaking into my house
through the door lock, making me dizzy.
I got on my knees just to inhale deeply,
closing my eyes and feeling a growing desire.
Hand on my chest,
and my heart exploded into fire.
I get jealous of that tiny perfume drops,
because they end up touching your skin.
Oh, if only my lips could do it,
but there's an universe in between.
Imagine being next to you,
to that perfume and your own skin smell.
You got me kind of in love,
you got me under a spell.

How can I feel this way when I don't even know the guy?
I just don't know, but I want him to be mine.

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.

People try to find out what's wrong with you
but they can't see through your eyes.
Your demons know how to go unnoticed,
they know so well how to hide.

Se encuentra a la deriva.
Sin un manto, sin calor.
Sólo el frío en su alma,
y en sus ojos vacío eterno.
Si pudiera verse a sí misma,
a través de la mirada de otra persona,
se sorprendería al observar
bellísima tristeza que a su rostro decora.
Sin embargo sólo ve aquello visible al ojo,
lo que está más allá es invisible
a su pobre visión en su pequeño mundo gris.
Gris, gris como su cabello;
El que tanto desea acariciar con sus frágiles dedos.
Gris, gris como la neblina;
Similar a la de la naturaleza,
aunque ésta se encuentra en su corazón,
tapando sus conductos; causándole una silenciosa agonía.
Gris, tan gris como como el azul;
nunca sabes cuando se vuelve triste.
Y si hay algo que ella pueda hacer,
no lo sabe.
Porque si lo supiera sería capaz de sentir,
es un hecho.
Lo que no es certero
es el sentimiento que ronda su interior.
El cual atrae pensamientos oscuros
que su cansada mente no parece soportar.
Quebrándose cada noche,
oculta todo bajo una sonrisa.
Su cabeza sigue gritando,
monstruos aún susurrando
y ella casi a duras penas escapando.
¿Podrá algún día vivir?
¿Podrá algún día despertar de la pesadilla?
¿Será notada por alguien?
¿Será esta noche su última?
Ella quiere saber,
yo me quiero esconder.
Ella quiere vivir,
yo sólo quiero morir.

I fell in love with your shiny green eyes,
I remember how bright was your smile.
You used to hold my hand softly,
as if I was a porcelain doll about to break.

Just one year has passed
and your eyes look dead.
I've never seen such a fake smile,
I need to take a breath.

It hurts like hell seeing your scars,
and how your lips have turned blue.
I wish I could just go back in time,
but there's nothing I can do.

Your skin is so pale,
just like the sheets of this hospital bed.
I'm still shocked by the news,
I'm afraid of what I can lose.

Your arms are covered by bandage
and I wish it was me,
but I'm just here crying
because they told me you're dying.

She's so beautiful,

she's got a lovely sad smile,

she's so nice,

but she's dead inside.

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.

I hear the rain outside
while I'm lying in my bed.
I hear the wind outside
while my soul torns apart.
I hear the thunders outside
and I'm feeling numb again.
I hear the sound when drops crash the ground.
I want to cry but I can't.
I hear the world outside
but I can't be part of it.
So I just listen in silence.
I just listen.

A face no one remembers
touched by the winter breeze,
dejected, walking with no rush
through streets that scream
You don't belong in here!
Looking for a hole in the ground
to lie down and sleep,
even when it's too cold
to decompose and disappear.
Red nose, watery eyes,
quietly humming a song
that no one seems to hear.
Stepping up the pace,
wishing to be headed somewhere else
than the pale yellow cracked paint house.
Cars passing by,
not a single friendly face
behind the steering wheel.
The cold pierces to the bone,
keep on walking, almost "home",
ease the coldness with a hot coffee.
And you travel through that state of mind,
never cured, never improved,
but you hope for it to change over a night of sleep.

Maybe the stars feel lonely too,
perhaps they’re hurting inside,
crying through the night
because they can’t have you.

All I want is for your poison
to black out my light
just like the sun fades the stars
with every sunrise.

And as the stars stare at you
the sadness haunts me,
their spirits wander lonely
the same way as I do.

Remember when they came?
Remember your desperation?
Remember your blood they drained?
Your mental state changed; you had a revelation.*

Stay awake when the night begins.
Lock the door and the windows,
don't let any light come in.
Wait for them to come out crawling.
Pretend to be under fear spell,
and when they're about to take your soul
make them regret the day they escaped from hell.

Once you're done, clean up the mess.
Put on suit or that non-pure dress.
Try to look perfectly nice
and they won't notice the rage inside.
Your eyes show insanity,
your head turns out twisted.
You lost all humanity,
so dark and sadistic.

I want to be happy,
but the world is dark enough.
I want to be healthy,
but I'm still too fat.
I want to fill myself with life,
but I just keep smoking my lungs black.
I want to hold your hand,
but this bottle is the only thing I've got.
I want to be free,
but I'm in love with these chains.
I want to be forgiven,
but I keep making mistakes.
I want to be talented,
but I only create mess.
I don't want to feel all this pain,
but I'm chemically messed up.
I don't want to forget
but I keep drinking the night away.
I don't want all this blue,
but what else can I do?
I don't want to hurt myself,
but I feel this is all I deserve.
I don't want to hide anymore,
but I'm locked in the darkness.
I don't want to get burned,
but I like playing with fire.
I don't want to stay,
I'd like to learn how to fly away.
I want to set myself on fire to burn bright,
but it won't stop pouring.
I want it to stop,
but the clock still does that 'tick tock'.

You wait for me
sitting on the couch
with a beer and a green.
I sit there by your side
in a beautiful night
silent and still.

The enteired town knew me
as weird, lonely and sad
And as the night slipped away
I couldn't sleep, just thought of that.
If you're real,
If it's meant to be
Come take me out,
Come rescue me.
Being part of the wasted youth,
wrapping my arms around myself,
wondering how I ended up this way,
staring at the empty bottle that now sits on the shelf.
If I could just get away,
If I could just disappear,
If I could make you stay,
If I could make my mind clear.
I wanted to feel special,
Closed minds, they always judge.
I have lost all light in me,
Anything left inside? Not much.
Overthinking during the night,
keep on doing it through the day,
I wish I could make things right,
If I'd still believed in a god, I'd pray.
Will it always be this way?
I ache like a thousand piercing needles.
I still wish upon falling starts,
all I want is to find my people.

Maybe after some months
– or years –
I'll meet your eyes again
and maybe then,
you'll be able to love me.
Or maybe,
just maybe,
I'll have already forgotten you.
Hopefully.

Cigarette by cigarette
her life slips away.
Day by day, night by night
she's one step closer to goodbye.

Cure her disease,
she only needs affection.
Help her deal with sadness
cause it's causing her an infection.

You could bring her eyes life,
just make her feel loved.
Take her to a joyful ride,
little details count, she does not ask for more.

She'll give everything to you,
and your soft lips will calm her sorrow.
But remember her smile, what a view!
because she may no longer be here tomorrow.

I have strange dreams about a mysterious and dark knight that comes to rescue me.
Sometimes he is speechless,
sometimes he is funny,
sometimes he's lovely,
sometimes he's mean...
but he's always powerfully dangerous, not another thing.
He rises from the darkness and guides me through a foggy forest.
I feel I'm in love but I've never seen him before.
I think about past lifes and a forbidden romance
that always ends up in a tragic separation.
Sometimes the dreams turn into nightmares
and during the day it's the only thing I can think of.
It consumes me.
Creepy creatures always hunt him and she stays all alone
till she sleeps again.

Running through the forest,
she hides in the shadow of the trees. They laugh.
When he catches her she giggles,
they gaze into each other eyes.
Suddenly a black shade covers it all.
Deadly pain inside her heart.
She can't see him, he's gone.
She wakes up and realizes
dreams forever will be lasting.

Staying up late till the morning,
another day that wasn't saved.
Hanging from an old scar,
wishing you'd gotten out unscathed.

Unknown forest, haunted place.
She's dancing through the fog amazed.
Every night she meets him in her dreams
without knowing he's the most dangerous thing.
She shyly gives him a glance
and he holds her by her waist.
Heart beats out of control,
her body's losing its warmth.
Cold blooded man
and the most naive woman.
Trembling inside.
Life's taken away from her eyes.
Lost in a painful paradise
she finds the dumbest way of demise.
Loving a deadly monster
who loves nothing but slaughter.
Stealing souls, ending freedom
The most powerful demon.

I could wait forever
just to feel your warm embrace.
Fate chose you to be a server,
squads are ready in the base.

They send you to death ruthlessly
and we all cry in disgrace.
If you survive then it's the darkness
but no one can go as a replace.

It feels like it's never ending
You say to yourself "hold on"
Million bodies tainted red...
You are never coming home.

Years have gone by
but pain and memories last.
You're another star in the night sky
and will never turn to dust.

We're all full of pride
due to something you left behind.
He will be a wonderful man
This little loving child.

I loved you.
You,
with your distance,
your lack of affection,
the fugacity of your loving,
the minimum attention.
You,
with the meaningless kisses,
the passionless love making,
the forced caresses,
always causing me deep aching.
I loved you like that,
just the way you are.
Bittersweet and all,
I wanted you.
But not anymore.

The story of a gay and a ******* that got married.  
He did it to hide himself and she did it to show off something she never had.
Encouraging, don't you think?
They wore so good masks that one day they felt real,
what a shame they were made of porcelain.

I like staring at the moon
during the cold and lonely nights
because I know that someone, somewhere
is staring at it too.
And I know, deep inside, that I'm not alone.
At least I like to think that way.

*She was a shadow in the night,
her skin seemed blue under the pale moonlight.
She had her eyes full of hope and sadness.

My mind's full of thoughts
I don't want.
Sequences, images of things
I can never have.
It's not about fantasizing about a better life
before you get to sleep.
It's about dissociating from reality
and excessively gritting your teeth.
You want and try to stop
but in a few seconds
you find yourself lost.
I can't remember when did it all begin,
probably way back before I was even a teen.
I want to cut my skin open and get out of my body, leave behind this broken mind.
It smothers me, it takes me to the edge,
it's eating me alive.
I'm losing it. Oh, I'm losing myself.
I don't want a way out, I want to be dead.
As I write this I'm imagining things.
Stop! Someone, rescue me!
I'm losing it.
Can I go crazy? I think I will.
I'll **** myself before it ends me.
I'm losing it.

I wonder what it feels
to be wrapped by your arms.
I don't even know you,
but for sure they are dangerous guns.

I wonder what it feels
to be caressed by your soft hands.
I don't think that will ever happen,
but I could make some plans.

I wonder how you look while you sleep,
the movement of you breathing chest.
Too fast. I've got to meet you first.

I wonder how soft your lips are,
what it would feel to stroke your hair.
I can't help this feeling,
I wish there'd be something for us to share.

I wonder how it is
to stop imagining and take the step.
I'd like to know about you,
but I'm a coward and that's what I get.

This is my little world of broken dreams.
Once you come in there's no way out.
Dreams turn to dust,
they're forgotten.
This is my little dark world,
where people are on their own,
they're all alone, sad, broken...lost.
Come with me.
Hear my lullaby,
it'll guide you
to our little world.
We're waiting,
we're singing to you.
Fall asleep and join us,
we're across the haunted forest.
Just walk through the mist.
This is our little world.
You'll break.
You'll be forgotten.
In our own little world.

When your heart aches
and your soul cries.
When you feel lonely
and you struggle to get through the night.
When your chest hurts
and you're sad to the core.
When you give your best
but they ask for more.
When you feel empty,
you're full of void.
When life means nothing
but the devil's joy.
When your hands shake
while you're playing your part.
When you feel so afraid
you may never be loved back.
When you see nothing
but your future grave
and those judging eyes
turn the other way.
When everything you do is never enough
and the little good things
not a second last.
When all of that happens choose to create art.

If you only had seen
how much you were destroying her, maybe,
you would have stopped
being such an *******...
but maybe, maybe you were aware about it and you never cared
at all.

Skinny body, pale skin
You couldn't believe it
Little freckles painting her face
You thought you were dreaming
Black wavy hair, up in a messy bun
Is she an angel?
White snow smile, crooked teeth
Or does she involve danger?
Soft voice and sweetness
It hit you the first time she looked at you
Red shirt and black jeans
Even if it meant nothing, just what she had to do
She made that uniform look like a fancy dress
It hit you the first time you looked at her
Tiny fragile looking hands
It hurt you when you had to leave
"Good evening, what can I help you with?"*
I can't even remember her name,
but I'll for sure remember her smile.
And as I lay in my bed
dreams about her haunt me at night.
I wonder if I'll ever see her again,
cause I don't want to forget.
I don't want to forget.

La de amores intermitentes y fugaces.
A quien le dan un intento pero no dos chances.

La de encuentros efímeros a escondidas.
Escapes irreales, soñadas huidas.

Su tímida personalidad versátil
en ocasiones se torna agobiantemente volátil.

Tiene esa extraña energía que la hace genuina,
de cada rosa muerta conserva una letal espina.

La que camina a través de la multitud
con la cabeza en alto y una desafiante actitud,

con su corto vestido ajustado
y labios de rojo tirando a morado.

Muchos la devoran con una mirada ardiente.
Secretamente eso es lo que espera impaciente.

Guiña un ojo e irrumpe sin previo aviso.
Te invita al lado equivocado del paraíso.

Especialmente a vos, nudillos de luchador.
Vos, que llevas ese mote de ganador.

Sus coloridos caprichos a los demás alteran,
pero ella actúa como si no lo supiera.

Y en sus solitarias caminatas a veces hace una parada
en aquel café donde la triste rutina se ve pausada.

Pide un jugo de naranja y se sienta en una mesa de afuera,
el vestido se le sube demasiado pero sabe lo que genera.

Piernas cruzadas provocativamente,
su lengua juega con el sorbete de forma inocente.

Su piel de seda emana cierta energía
que te golpea con imágenes de todo lo que le harías.

La de pícaras sonrisas, labios sabor miel,
sabe que de sólo pensarlo te quema la piel.

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.