You don’t know me, you don’t care.
I am here and you are there.
Convenience is your only way.
I’d say anything to make you stay.

Killing me softly,
With the games in my head.
Trapped myself,
With the things I have said.
Can’t cry, Can’t speak.
I’m all out of power.
So what say you,
In my final hour?
Digame more,
Digame less.
I am alone.
And I am a mess.

god says
the worship of false idols
isn’t a sin
in the morbid sequin.
it’s even encouraged.

-

digame chelo

have we
been here

before

has god

king’s castle/ my hands
full of

blood
come

watch how i pray