Encuentro Fabricado

En un mundo fabricado por tu ausencia
Se observan en silencio todo y las miradas se cruzan

Ya hace muchos tiempo ya, en respectiva el recuerdo sigue vivo
Pensaba que el mismo lo curaba todo, un mito para los moribundos

Esos recuerdos se convierten en la gasolina que enciende las fotos memoriales
Y lo pensé mas de dos veces para incinerar

Quiero que se aclaren varias cosas porque al parecer nunca me conociste tu a mi
Que el pasado no importa, está hecho y no se puede rehacer

Solo en sueños escucho tu voz y mi presencia te molesta
Tristes sueños los mios que no se pueden mandar a desvanecer

No se por qué me odias tanto, es una drama construída en neuronas púrpuras
Me pregunto si me encuentras en las tuyas...

Cuando eso pasa me despierto con un nudo en la garganta
Y un mar de sal se derrama en mis ojos

Que malo es sufrir de los efectos secundarios de una falsedad
Que malo es sentirse menos y no merecedor paralelamente

Nothing's gonna change my world

Falling again hard
This feeling is like a drug, I keep wanting more

Not directed towards a person but towards a state of mind
Nothing will get to me, no one will do me harm

And it's the best feeling in the world
So high in the sky yet so planted on the ground

Nothing will change me now
Too pure for those blackened souls

Too optimistic to let a nobody disturb this
Too bright for this dark world...

I'm having fun here
The kind of fun you enjoy by yourself but even more in good company

So who wants to join me?

The Ying to my Yang

First hours as I transverse the everyday lanes of my life

And I wonder if only I care about the skies and how they transform everyday

The sun is a spill of brilliant mercury looking out through curious clouds

The heavenly spotlighting of it's reflections falling gently on this wretched earth

Making us feel more special; giving us the attention we so desperately crave but ignore

And any bright day may turn to darkness just as quickly

It is up to oneself to keep it from consuming us

Is it up to oneself to protect the candle in our hearts from the worldly winds

But I will lend you my light even tho you don't want such things from me

Because you need it and I want your happiness forever

Billy & Rubyn

Disturbing is the sound of starving predators

They're more like piranhas

With those overstuffed eyes, staring you up and down

Crazed feasting on the flesh of putrefying memories

Like the ones in the sorrows of a blue birds bitter sweet song

Overpowering is the sour smell that never leaves your tongue

Disgusting is the mind of those penny-worth thieves

Endlessly hopeless about humanity

Because their eyes are blinded by the metallic dust of stupidity

So tainted and blackened these hollows with bile

They can't grasp the sparkled light in pure entities

Then Pandora opened that bejeweled tempting box of foreseen doom

Ass-faced vermin and one legged prescription drugged whore ran off ramped out of that damned box

Whispering out loud and condemning the innocents; burning alive with glee

Hope that shell of a nameless dog trips and falls on a sharp stick

The Runaway

From not so immaculate conception and through the rest of my youthful years

That's when we fist exchanged names

In fruitless hopes, pure ordained

What can I say? I found you in the doctrine of conformists dreams

Classical and predictable and free of sins

We were holding hands walking through the frozen foods plane

They wake up one day and figure out they found their savior

This sheep lost it's way; they say she will drown in the turbulent pools of damnation

Trinity got lost a few months ago in the supermarket, again, by the frozen foods plane...

It just let go of my hand and ran away

Ghost From The Past

Lurking carelessly in my digital silver purse

Searching for mundane images pixellated upon virtual memories

Stepped on the blank pages of deceit

Lost my grip and fell to my demise

I know what it is, i've seen them plastered on a wall of artificial veracity some time ago

Obviously filled with fiendish ghosts from the past

A crooked gate with red ribbons and a touch of pain, so that I'll never forget you

There was no crossing that unkind gate

I was afraid to see the mirror in those eyes

What evils dwell in those onyx windows of deceit and regret

So I destroyed it, can't handle those eyes so then I avoid them

What a spineless coward stands here

Just like you...

Terminal

All the troubles in this illness does not compare

To all the prodigal nuisance from hazy days that is now lost in the stale air of discarded waste

She carried herself well in red fatigues and stand now in defeat

Marvel now if you enjoyed devouring raw innocence during that inglorious feast

All the suffering that no living being should endure

My sanity, composure, dignity and pride; how do I preserve?

Those useless thoughts now that I think about it
Their purpose to stray me away from the present and blur my focus

Time and distance and the will I have
The missing ingredient is all I need to regain the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...