Parece que fueran horas
y tan solo pasaron unos minutos
Hazme el favor de sacarme
esa daga que llevo clavada
Aún no puedo quitarme
las manos que tapan mi cara
están demasiado ocupadas
ocultando mi verguenza
el chillido se hace cada vez mas fuerte
y esos que me persiguen
están a centimetros de mí
¿porque no debo pensar que todo esta perdido?
si hasta yo mismo me reiría de esta patética situación
y esa voz retumba en mi cabeza
¿porque disfrazas un simple dolor como si fuese una tragedia?
cuando a pasos de tus narices
hay gente que se desangra silenciosamente
Tu diversión se tornó sofocante
y no puedes aguantar el peso, mucho menos
si tienes a cientos de caballos furiosos
cabalgando dentro de tu pecho
y esta por estallar
sé que lo estas sintiendo
no todo es tan claro
como lo has visto con tus propios ojos..
viernes, 26 de agosto de 2005
jueves, 11 de agosto de 2005
halfway - wrong choices - empty pockets - no hopes - broken heart
y hoy ya no dá lo mismo.he marcado tantas huellas en el camino de las decepciones.esperanzas rotas, bolsillos vacíos y lo único que tengo es un grito ahogado en el pecho. no necesito tu misericordia ni tus frases prefabricadas.no quiero oir tus canciones descorazonadas. nada va a detenerme esta vez.
miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2005
The lower of the lowest
my mind sees a constant delirium
the only thing can save me is my own hand.
and i can´t take it off of the damn "rewind" button.
how i could i be so unfortunate..?
And I can´t erase either that winning expression of your stupid face.
Know what? you haven´t won yet.
Something more? This is not even a competition. I am talking about feelings
Meanwhile, i see you, lying in this floor, losing the conscience.
If yesterday i could drown me in your eyes
now I can´t raise my head and find you falling at the lower of the lowest.
I would like to drain me the entrails and to give both of you to drink my blood
then, you could experience a piece of my suffering, my pain.
Although it doesn´t seem enough for me.
The greatest possibility is that seems really sadistic,
but i know what to suffer word means, i felt it in my own flesh
and if it seems as it were throwing up my inside, welcome to my brain.
sometimes I become that hateful being who is writing now.
the only thing can save me is my own hand.
and i can´t take it off of the damn "rewind" button.
how i could i be so unfortunate..?
And I can´t erase either that winning expression of your stupid face.
Know what? you haven´t won yet.
Something more? This is not even a competition. I am talking about feelings
Meanwhile, i see you, lying in this floor, losing the conscience.
If yesterday i could drown me in your eyes
now I can´t raise my head and find you falling at the lower of the lowest.
I would like to drain me the entrails and to give both of you to drink my blood
then, you could experience a piece of my suffering, my pain.
Although it doesn´t seem enough for me.
The greatest possibility is that seems really sadistic,
but i know what to suffer word means, i felt it in my own flesh
and if it seems as it were throwing up my inside, welcome to my brain.
sometimes I become that hateful being who is writing now.
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