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Pérez Velilla Jan 2014
I don’t wanna hurt

I don’t wanna grow

I don’t wanna be here
‘til the day I’m old

I don’t wanna wait
'til the sun comes down
just to finally know
that maybe it’s getting late
that the road is too dark
that to come back home
to know how I was before
to be same old same old

it’s too late

it’s already too late
to be found in the woods
to be eaten by wolves
to pass out in the cold

it’s already too late
for it to be sudden
it’s already too late
to be swiftly run over
it’s already too late
to stop the decay

it is our way

the fight burns out
and you’re approaching
no sound as you step closer
no feeling as you touch me

I want you
and now I see you
it's your eyes
how I missed you

I feel lighter
my heavy skin left behind
and by the hand you take me
we break out of this mind

together we walk
through lands with no sun

together we fly
through endless corridors

and we  sing   the    song

as       you
                          take

                                ­                   me
                          
                                                                ­           home
Pérez Velilla Feb 2014
autumn and all the leaves fly
in the distance I hear a cry
don't know if it's her
don't know if it's you
placing it there
without me wanting to

winter and everyone's gone
but the whispers remain as one
can't silence them
can't leave them be
never alone
as you follow me

spring and the birds come back
they try to warn me of attack
looking for me
they want my head
ever since you told me
I can't go to bed

the lizards call me
the dogs don't whistle-blow
and no one comes near me
she's gone

and they know

the park is silent
as the moon ascends
can only hear you
whispering old amends

I open my eyes
no longer freezing
your secrets have filled me
they're beautiful, pleasing

they know I know,
you tell me as I sit
they want to take it
away from me

I run and I run
away from the people
"thieves, liars!" I cry
when I hear that whistle

feel the loud blow
the world spins and changes
who was she, already
what is I, this pathway

summer and all the kids play
it all begins to slowly fade
and I feel you

laughing

clawing

away
Pérez Velilla Jan 2014
did you ever think
there is no bad
did you ever imagine
not caring at all

thy will diffracted
thy flesh devoured
you are not you
now you are me

our minds are crushed
into fine mist
and as we travel
as we soar
as our consciousness dissolves
we see the lights
and strange emissions
the colours, the shapes
the massive fissions

I am not me
now I am you
and we are all
no big no small

we understand there is no mission
as we dream of television

— The End —