miércoles, 15 de junio de 2016


The roots of honesty
Go deep in my being
So deep and tangled and thin
That I can barely feel
The sap they get from my conscience
But there is not a good tree making bad fruit
Nor a bad tree making good fruit
And my deeds are rotten
And my spine is broken
My heart spit venom
And blind is the sky of the mind
Being fake not knowing why.
Oh water my roots with the Truth
So that you stop this hurt. 

fooling death

In every second of what you do
Act like a fool
Find meaning in life
You're fooling death
Keep yourself occupied
To fool death
Forget you're alive
That way you can never be dead
Be a zombie
Immerse yourself in your hobby
And surround your life in nothings
One more important than the other
And build with them your tower
To climb from the earth,
From one coffin to another
Slowly and taking time, wasting time or rushing time
You know it races you to death
Be yourself and laugh as immortal
Fool yourself people care about you
Make them, force them see you exist,
They need to make you exist
It doesn't matter they're just fooling death too
People go one by one
Feel sorry and schocked at reality for a second
But at least it wasn't you
You fooled it again didn't you?
Stress, depression, void and struggle
Buldge into those but don't look in the face
Of what you're trying to fool
Far in the tunnel, a dim Light shinning through
Is there such thing as Love, waking the slumber? Who'd give their life for you?
Would you ever too?