...finito pero no estático depósito del descarado intento de artista que soy...

martes, 8 de febrero de 2011

Let me out
because there's nothing out there
just my life.

Let me go
Why are you so afraid of losing me?
I would say you're
frightened of my freedom

just because you gave me everything
almost absolutely everything
it doesn't mean I am not owner
May I dispose of my soul?
My body? My time?

But I won't question that to you
That simple fact would mean my jail
my soul and body and time...
They ARE MINE
exclusively and completely MINE

I shall depart from here
I shall leave you good memories
of sweeter moments

Please don't hate me

I just consider dreams can be true

my dreams can

Is that so terrible?
I would prefer to fight for them
rather than cry for just having let them form in my mind
and embrace my heart

All this... I wish it could just end
Just come to a halt
Just die

So that, among the dust and debris,
you could see my inconditional love...

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