In the night I am joined. A drink summons a row of faces, unrecognizable they come to me as penumbras. A swirl of half crescent grins and grimaces cry out in pain. I am ****** into a hole of submission, here are all the allegorical creations living inside of me. These things stand tall, bare and judging. Laughing and watching as I fall into a bottomless grip called “inevitability". Breathing raw, dank ideologies. Manifesting nasty, stubborn idiosyncrasies. I am freed by another drink And the pleasant reality that sometimes moving on means laughter.
Yo naci para morder te Acercate que en la noche hace mucho frío Mis espinas son mis pies, Mis pétalos, son mis labios. Por aquí aveces pasa la Luna, Dormida y llena Yo Celoso, el viento aveces me lleva torpe. Con un dolor profundo en mi alma. me pongo a llorar y sonreir Al fin llega la amanecer Al fin puedo dormir
She's always misplacing. Feeling for new incongrunces I try to be pragmatic, & feel for her supple fingers. These are the parameters of an injured human being. A prosaic heart, A tenuous mind. I have fallen into the pit of her idiosyncrasies. A man on a mission seeking to breathe & expand my spirit into her lungs. Her nature corrupts my own, And like a troglodyte, I disperse my emotions into a prism. A prism that is now full of turmoil & suspicion. Oh wonderful, wonderful you..
The hurt you sold, the hands you left. My body feels cold, my mind's a mess. I can feel the earth, I can feel the wind So I know, I'll crawl out from within. I've had enough of my stomach, I've had enough of my breath. I'll sink my feet into the soil and burn on without any regrets. I'm missing the innocence, i'm missing your fingertips. But most of all I'm missing your soft countenance.