No Virtue

Patience isn’t my virtue
and I must confess that it’s not something that I pursue
curious is
that when I pray for patience, hate is what I receive
count to a million times, and I hold my breath, please, give me bliss
it’s a total miss
my eyes rollin and my mind exploding
my veins pumping angry direct to my brain
my heart ready to reach their limit
WTF I did? WTH I must swallow it? Why don’t you STFU?!
Shut tha fuck up! Shut tha fuck up! Shut tha fuck up!
I find a corner, I shut the door
the peace of silence it’s interupted by your need to be
annoying, hipocrite, cyranide
without need of why
leave me by…

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Many DENs

Denial
insidious sparkles of detrimental moments of trial
we arrange the rearrange of our laments
to find ourselves complacents
like the dead petal from a dirt rose
like a petal that finds peace in a concrete
dead like these beauty lines, dead like these irrational rhymes
No denial
give me one more dose
of the oldest tears that I commited to hide and fail to keep
this singular promise that I promise that won’t found a purpose
isn’t so pretty like that rose
but it’s all that I have to give and you just spit in it
spit, stomp, rip, give, chop, slain, scream!
This is the oddity of the beauty
lines that don’t give a chance to breath
like this hands around my neck
it’s me or it’s your hands? What’s gonna be?
Suicide or homicide?
Deny, Deny, and begin to cry
looks like the rose finally will find
something rotten to fed her post life

Guts full of you

I can feel it from my guts
you shaking my nerves
make my day by staying away
.
The poison from your lips
the bullshit that you give
take this shit out of here
.
Sick of your shit
sick of your need to be
the queen of hipocrasy
.
Lies, a spider web made of lies
Lies, you can’t deny
your sick plague full of misery
.
Sick of your shit
sick of your need to be
the queen of hipocrasy
.

Ants

A chillhop playing something without sync
a empty music without heart
but full of meaning
made to touch a mind, not a feeler like me
hypnosis with synthetic things, so sharp that can hurt
wounds maked by our own hands
against the chest,
reach the dead
open up, this coffin that you call breast
you put a farm, full of ants
only candy things can satisfy your hungry
hungry and full of angry
teeths filthy
even lil, insects can dethrone kingdoms
ironic, they don’t eat you or me
we are full of bitter, taste like dead meat
already dead, we vague like zombie
trying to reach another epiphany

God’s regrets?

The clearest of my faults
was give voice to the voiceless
imagination to the brainless
and the key to the ones that can’t see
that have no chains around the feet
we are all free
ready to fly
ready to deny
our own wings
cuz envy are the blood that runs
into our veins

Y (old and not gold LOL)

There’s a black cloud overhead
bad feelings, bad mood everywhere
point fingers leading to nowhere
exit looks so distant, forget the peace that you had
chaos here and there
agony ready to drink, pain tastes like a meat
just one more day, living in simplicity
simplicity, empty, simplied, empty
dignity, ingity, mediocrity
empty, empty, void full of angry

(lyric to my first band =P )