I think I just broke the pencil lead
I only tried to draw
Now I'm sharpening the lead
When I realise it's charcoal
Too fragile to break
And oh
I just broke it again
And again
Yet again
This time I bring a blade
I traced out the point
I make it sharp again
Heck, I ran it over my skin
Now I bleed, so much blood spilling
Atleast I sharpned the pencil
Now I can draw again
Broken hands give art their best
It will be your waking time
And I'll sketch for you again
I'll make those webs again
I'll tell you where you belong in the picture
I'll sketch you out of a scribble
I'll scribble you into oblivion to tear the page
Broken pieces of charcoal will ***** my hands and ruin the book
Atleast then I'll wash my hands and clean up the dirt

In another life
I barely wait
I dance in the backyard
and your electric plays
the sounds of the present weave through me
I hang onto the branch while the leaves sway
In another life
I am not a poet
I am a kid chasing the waves
In another life
I am singing along
I am collecting bricks
building a house and fencing you in
In another life
I bring home a rose
the thorns don't *****
the leaves don't wilt
In another life
In another life

such a disaster
such a ruin
ah you have to deal with it
get used to it

serene  pain and wrecking pleasure
warned was I
convirtiéndose en ti
dreaming long enough
to never wake up

such a mess
such a disaster
finch, such a poem
indeed you, not me
disaster, my lovely disaster

and said it was  bad luck
to not have a name
I laugh cause its just a guitar
and named Quasar
yet I could strum the emotion to the beat
and it works
it always will
until it has a rythm you spilled

Dark it seems but I see the blackout
Cold it seems but I sense the winds
Broken it seems but I sense the calm
Lonely it seems.
The Night it seems.