22-03-19

Cuando intentas dar tu mejor cara, aunque ya se agotó tu colección de sonrisas.

Y una vez más toca abrazarse y salvarse uno mismo,

de la cada vez más desgastante experiencia de permanecer.

Seige

I'm in the crossfire
In evenings going out, with uncertain return
In familiar places turned dark and dangerous
Made theirs
Made forbidden by them
Sitting helpless amidst a war not my own.

Happy memories have gone sad in the city
Sunsets will never be the same
Flushed in blood and lead
And eaten by the never ending nightmare
With Death waiting behind every corner
Smiling,
Busy impersonating happiness
To those who can't tell right from wrong,
Those foolish enough to fool themselves.

I don't care about your sad little life.
Don't make me witness your misery.
Don't be so proud of yourself.
We know you don't deserve the air you breath.
Silence is precious now.
Quiet your guns and shut your mouth.

Adolescence

I listen when she speaks. She's the good mood of spring evenings.

Her heart full of mysteries her words can't explain. Like her vision of the universe.

Her cynical sour little smile
from her shiny plump little lips
Edging that tiny pretty mouth
full of fries and curse words.

Life is but a series of surreal bizzare meaningless events.
I am a product.
There are no eyes, no ears.
Just a slab of dry, cold metal.
Long gone are the Princess days.