Muero por vivir.Todos lidiamos con demonios cada día, desde que observamos los rayos del sol postrarse desde nuestra ventana hasta nuestra cama, hasta que nuestros ojos se cierran y se pierden en la melodía de los sueños. Pero aún entre las penumbras de mis ojos, sin duda no habrá cruz más pequeña, y más grande que la de nosotros, pero a veces no es tan fácil como se escucha en los labios de nuestros seres amados, a veces simplemente tu cuerpo y tu mente están tan cansados, que los demonios están por absorber todos los suspiro de nosotros, pero ¿cómo salir vencedor?, ¿cómo no dejar que nuestro cuerpo se vuelva loco y opte por un descanso eterno? y ¿cómo podemos controlar una mente tan ruidosa y con tan poca esperanza?, y ¿cómo los demonios no querrán matarnos mientras dormimos…?More Like This
Porque aún en la última lágrima del sufrimiento de mi alma
SolitudeJust step awayMore Like This
I find myself
Tearing the headphones
From my ears
Because even the music
Breaks my solitude
Don't come near
And don't say a word
I leave this house
And I walk
And I always find myself
Where I began
At the edge of water
Is it too much to ask?
I'd like to be alone...
I go crazy from having nobody
Because I forget
The amazing feeling
Of just being
Don't look at me
Leave no acknowledgement
I'm in my own world
Where things make sense
And it's so simple
My own escape
From these surroundings
Leave me be
Let me bask in solitude
Heartless.Happiness is an emotion I was never meant to captureMore Like This
Every beat produces another microscopic fracture
And my heart is a toy because it’s played with and abused
Ripped up and torn apart thought it’s never even used
Tiny pieces falling, falling all the same
Losing all the meaning that was tattooed in my veins
Each fragment is calling, calling me by name
Sending shivers through my spine as I fight to break the chains
Showing me the mirror when I don’t know who to blame
I Can't Sleep Without Your Arms Around MeSometimes you just have to turn the music up so loud so no one can hear you scream.More Like This
But I wonder if it can cover up the sounds of my heart breaking.
I have never been one to suffer in silence.
And you were always one who never knew when to say goodbye.
I won't fade away if you go.
I'll just lose my only light.
And they never told me that my fear of the dark wouldn't go away as I grew up.
ColdIt's cold in this houseMore Like This
It's cold when you're not here.
The space in my bed
The distance between the sheets-
It's cold when you're not here
Secondhand Smoke“you shouldn’t like it, it will take you away from me.”More Like This
i wish i could say that those words rocked my very core,
from the fact that you don’t want to lose me,
and the sadness that i worried you,
and the million other things i should be feeling,
but as i put the killing thing between my teeth,
and ruined my metaphor with a lighter,
i couldn’t help but think,
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMore Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice
SunSun burning bright-More Like This
By a glance, it sears the earth;
My face drips with sweat
Watching black birds fly above
Slowly in a ring...
Moments Are Addictingi've recently realized something,More Like This
moments are addicting
because you are not addicted to the nicotine or the blood,
not the white powder or the burning alcohol,
you are not addicted to the drag of the cigar,
or the shining of the blade,
you are not addicted to the particles of crystal,
flying through a straw,
or the tilt of the bottle,
as it cascades down your throat,
you are not addicted to a substance, or a pain,
you are addicted to the moments
that one single moment,
ProcastinationThere are many emotions sizzling and brimming just beneath the facade.More Like This
A spectrum of lights dancing across my porcelain skin,
A blight of obsessive perfection scarring the heart, but tending the flames of excellence.
I'm confused, disoriented by life's complex intricacies, silver lines woven, blanketing me, muffling my freedom.
There's not much that I can do, 'cept drown in a meditation of music and the Internet.
Procastination, they call it.