Earl Dignos

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

no amount of alcohol and cigarettes
could fill this deep hole inside me
that only your love could restore
the flowers in my brain

i can't bear with my emptiness anymore
i do all this things for people and i still
wake up feeling empty, feeling nothing
but a piece of hollowed glass

young and naive still, said by the people
but this deep cut inside my wrist reminds
me that i'm still alive and this feelings
could surpass

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

Empty

maybe being empty was
way better because i can't
contain and fill myself with
sadness and constant
dissapointment anymore

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

I'm Sorry

i'm sorry that i'm not like her
that the only thing i can do
better is to be a little less sad

that she was the sunflower
and i'm just a little dandelion
who wants your attention

that she was the moon
and i'm just a little star
who tries her best to sparkle

that she was made of gold
and i was made of little dusts
nothing but a burden

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

Constant Memories

we don't even talk
we don't even see each other

i said to myself that i will forget you
someday, sooner

but memories are forever
and it keeps getting back on me

the things i don't want to remember
only made me less stronger

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

Late Night Adventures

the way you make me illuminate
and make my pupils dilate
whenever when we go out
on a starry night with endless bliss

oh darling, let's go outside
make things worthwhile
instead of sleeping
let's go kicking bad habits

in the dark we could do things
lock my finger with yours
and cross your eyes with mine
let's be infinite and forget the world

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

Blue Demons, Red Eyes

every morning when she wake up
she goes to a school, living hell
full of demonic creatures in a 2x2 room
seeking angels, nobody could tell

the people in front caused her anxiety
secretly telling her she's not good enough
she was full of explosion and tears
behind her eyes, a person that is never tough

high grades, everyone's defiance and armor
tendrils of depression and agony appeared
inside her head, things that are glory and gore
tired lungs and tired body, wishing to end this

everybody wants to rule the world and escape
those demons raising us into something we're not
making us more fiendish, full of rebellion
some of us give up and some of us fought

Lately things in my school aren't good. Some teachers scream at me and my grades are horrible. I just needed to let go of my thoughts so I made this. I would like to thank Lorde for inspiring me to create this piece. Her music is everything to me. Someone that can understand me from this grief.

Earl Dignos Dec 2013

Of Violist and Wrist

she was more than a mother
from all the cigarettes she lit
made herself smother
hopelessly, brokenness aside

she became a violist
that she love playing sad songs
the strings were her wrist
crossing the blade through her skin

lastly she wanted the worlds beyond it
so she swam through her tears and blood
thought that they would never meet
across the street, love made her grow