Inside my…

Rhymes with vibes

The One That Believe…

Who is more fool?
The one that think
that can foolish everyone
with a stupid trick
or the one
that believes that the trick is
a masterpiece…

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Easy Lesson

t’s not about material things,
it’s not about bad feelings
it’s about live a life that’s good
it’s about understand that if, we would
a little more ambitious in realize our dreams
and spend less time thinking about bad moments
life could
be more colourful
less painful
so why
we still
so
serious?

Brackish

Bitter, brackish
no dreaming, just a wish
of being part
of something with any sense
even if it’s have a minimum sense, just a purpose
a bad trip, a path
with or without a north
just something to give life to my heart
and make he scream, to silence my mind
and to grind
my tongue
just to silence my voice
and never more
spit a dirty word

Quiet Like…

Silence, quiet like a cemetery
don’t look, don’t blame the query
of another trick from the mystery
of the misery of our agony
fed by the little pieces of epiphany
that we reach
when our mind and heart collide
and we finnaly see
the end of our misery

Rotten Parts

Something
rotten
inside….of me
make me wish
tear a part, cutting
these evil deeds inside of my constant fall
like a dead Robin
no singing in this morning
just rotten parts of a broken heart

The zombie squad

Diseased
by the need
of being accepted
by who? for who?
society that easily can be described
like a zombie squad
that don’t hunt brains
they care more about the chains
that you can avoid
if you just don’t do what they want you to do
but, how hard it is, isn’t?

Enjoy, King of Nothing

Enjoy
The small price that you pay
To be this silly boy
No peace because you already know
how deep is the hole
that you put into your own soul
just to fit
in this rotten world
that you think that you can be the king
but, as always
you have being betrayed
by your own stupidity
king of nothing
fool for everybody

Own Realm

We can’t get far enough
from the comfort zone
from the quicksand that our feets love
bluff, we don’t care about telling another bluff
just to convince ourselves
that we have our own realm
but, if we are the pierrot
who gonna sit in the throne?

11 words truth

Hell is for heroes
no intent to be poetic or aesthetic

What Happened to You?

What happened to you?
are you still sleeping or
living a open eye nightmare, oh sure
it’s a living dreaming about a constant pour
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like cheap wine
we drink our lies
like cheap wine
we puke our sins and bribes
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What happened to you?
crawling, from roof to the floor
walking like zombie
waiting for the liberating roar of that closed door
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like cheap wine
we drink our lies
like cheap wine
we puke our sins and bribes
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No keys, no corridor
no way to lose the weight
of the sins that we carried and fed
no matter how strong is our faith