Mi estomago dando vueltas, mi cerebro viciando sesos, en mi boca guiños de una lengua adormecida
... y volé lejos del mundo.
Solo para darme cuenta que sigues ahí, donde van mis sentidos.
También fragmentados.
Igual de dispersos.
confesó
miss Lamictal
alucinando a las
11:51 p. m.
Music seems to
help the pain,
seems to
cultivate the brain.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers.
Every Warning,
a leaking rubber,
a poison apple
for mingled Blood.
If you gaze long into an abyss,
the abyss will gaze back into you.
It's just the beasts
under your bed
In your closet
and in your head.
Universe is hostile
so impersonal
devour to survive,
so it's always been.
Look through a
faithless eye
Are you afraid to die?
1 comentario:
junkie!
o es que acaso entendi mal o no entendi bien
junkie!
no creas pero me malviajo bien rollero
y quiero entender mejor
junkie!
muaaack
Chrysto FF
junkie!
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