sexta-feira, 8 de março de 2013

No facing



Face eaten off now
I limp toward the light
Good entertainment for these joking angels
disintegrate me

Ha with the sound dream passing by on rollerblades
Checked the car window yep wrong girl
Plastic bag over my face
Knife in my lower gut

Face sweetly bleeding the hours passing like litres
I will refer you all to the dim corridor once again
How dark it becomes
Ridiculed for my lack of courage, it brought me anxiety

The two girls and younger brother skating past
Hollow dreams that once promised destiny
Such a heavy lie- such a heavy lie
And my soul wraps up in some damned place
wanting to farewell the sun with opiate smoke

I gave my best  piece and it came to fruition
As a mouldy fear stenched chunk of tasteless meat

Face gone, mind comp-romised
I´m by the life phase, flunking, realized
By now it´s time to count chunks in the vomit
To know your ugly fate
Stretch it out like a map and choose a destination less heinous

Disintegrate in silence
 Will she let me crawl into this tunnel furnished only for me
six grams of glitter lighting it up

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