she inhaled his toxic words, and let them travel down to her lungs, which caused them to , poison her heart, but within that poisoned heart, birthed beautiful art, which lead to a new start .
silence fills the air surrounds everyone in despair controlling the minds as insanity climbs closer to the peak becoming weak and weaker listening to the speaker defiance towards silence
¿Has llegado a sentir la necesidad de regresar en el tiempo? ¿De haberte callado la boca? ¿De haber detenido tus dedos sobre el teclado? En la era donde se escribe antes que hablar antes de pensar antes de analizar… Quisiera poder regresar el tiempo Haberme callado la boca Haber detenido mis dedos sobre el teclado. El corazón no piensa … pero las vísceras sí El cerebro se hace esclavo de corajes y ansiedades. Un día después de la tormenta se regresa al punto cero y aunque no se regresa el tiempo espero mañana … ante una nueva prueba Callar mi boca Y detener mis dedos sobre el teclado.
Strength Is not Keeping your head Above the waves It is sitting calmly opposite an advancing typhoon Perfectly unstirred, And perfectly unimpressed By nothingness
Strength Is not Overcoming But remembering Your immeasurable Greatness
It is surrendering Yourself To the pull Of the seabed And laughing At the notion Of death
The heart it leaves is broken and cracked All that remains can't get itself it back In the withering hours of the starless night The tattered bits work hard to make themselves right As the dark and cold winds blow across those feverish dreams Pieces slowly get sewn but it's less effective than it seems The air holds a certain mystique hidden under a scary mask With feelings of pain and envy, and questions too difficult to ask