A knot without untie
like dreams without meaning
or nightmare without sleep
eyes wide open and attention divide
what if I can’t realize
that my dreams and reality are things apart?
one I only can think about
like a cloud
far away, something that never been touched
and the other
it’s just like a castle of sand
hard to build, easy to take away
A knot without untie
I roll the dice
I choose my side
no matter left or right
I look forward
I give a damn for what I left behind
the past can change my future
but my future I write
and rewrite how many times
so many times that I must to make it right
If only a single light
of a little candle can fight
and won against dark, make it fright
I will be the one who will rise
the candle that I have in my eyes
I can’t take a picture
without think about
it’s a moment or a “like”
that I want to capture?
In a search for a rapture
a lot of filters, angles and ideas
seconds, minutes or even hours missed
to one snap without meaning
“likes”, shares and a strange feeling
“It’s me or this fake moment
that people want?”
I know that in this night
I will sleep a little less
but I must confess
with this “misfits”
we have no limits
I can laugh
and I be proud
of being part of this split
our “frydate” party
Patience isn’t my virtue
and I must confess that it’s not something that I pursue
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…
A mouth without any teeth
a eyes that can’t see
ears that listen only their own breath
mournings in forms of void
can you feel it?
can you fell in it?
Sharp like shark teeths
you point the fingers and set your deeds
even if this or that won’t deserve mention
a word don’t have the same importance than action
can’t you feel it?
can’t you fell into it?
you feel it?
you fell on it?
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
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