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Y diras
Que haces todavia?
con mi irresponsable
inutil criatura?
que ves?
si no, una sola mentira
no lo culpa, cualquiera,
yo también.
Pero que angustia
por querer satisfacer
Te lo pido una y otra vez
Te lo digo
te lo escribo
Te lo enseño, te lo anticipo
para exitarte
para avisarte
que vienen gritos
que vienen lagrimas
y arrepentimiento
Penetrame
con tus dagas
a-fi-la-das
centenales de agujas
in-***-tra-das

te siento como cuchillas
y me parte el alma
pero deseos de tenerte
no me hacen falta
Yes go ahead
pop some pills
go back to bed

Is it to difficult?
to deal with your head?
what else is there to do
than pretend your dead
dead.. dead.. dead...

please go away
no, don't insist
I won't sway
No, it's not hard
to wake.
Nay,
just to be,
just to see,
the day.

Oh! To dread
what's on thy way
If only I
could have a say
Que dolor!
Fisico, anatomico, somatico
Que tormento!
Tetrico, tragico, terrorifico
Que podre darte, ahora?
En esta desgraciada tortura?

Lagrimas empachadas de verguenza

y que insensatez
que no me dijistes
lo que me distes
que cada vez entrastes
mirando mi semblante
gritaba, chillaba
me descuartizabas
por ti, para mi
para nada
para lagrimas
para conocida rotura
y poca recompensa

muchas disculpas
mias
pero eran tuyas
As clean as dirt.
Disgrace me,
take me.
****-
infuse me,
Wonder wander
how to tumble
in these ***** hands
won't make feel fine
pure shame
pure hate
*******
Want you,
Just maybe

Distance,
by you and for
you, the loved
and adored
distanced
how silly, so forward
the fear fights us
fights by us

Attention, can lead us,
dominate, yet
I cannot tell
which fell
from the swing
that keeps us.

Attention, oh!  
By the need you give me,
he gives me,
but
I want yours.
You **** while you walk
You spit while you talk

Tell me what you think
If any thought occurs

Your head heard about poverty
But your mind thought about deny
Deny deny, don't think about those 
And lie, lie about your fathers
Lie about your name
Represent your style 
Making it poor to get game

Smoke that blunt
Go "fly high"
Leave reality
You ******* who denies
You say you love
You say you care
You think your preaches
Will leave you fair

You **** while you talk
When you spit hypocrisy
You **** while you type
Into a so called democracy

You ain't doing *****
I too ain't a pearl
Haven't you heard?
I to the poor
I to the capital
I to society
haven't said a word
I keep quiet
I keep it simple
I'll prefer to say nothin'
Than **** lies to society
Prefer to root my feet in reality
To fight stern when they call me
I ain't done **** so far
I'll say my prayers if I die
And you will keep flying by:
"Go away society".
Make peace with nothing
Yeah you'll go high
Suffocate in your smoke
'Cause you ain't got no wings to fly.
no hate for **** by the way.
This poem is a rant for a few "friends"
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