I'm The GirlI’m the girl who used to be happy,I’m the girl who changed.I’m the girl who used to see everyone as friends,Who now only sees them as strangers.I’m the girl who is afraid of people.I’m the girl who’s brain runs full-power,And it’ll never stop running.I’m the girl who has been used,I’m the girl who has been touched.I’m the girl who used to believe in love at first meet,But now all I meet these days are hate.Regret, denial, anxiety.I’m the girl who you changed.I’m the girl who only looked for the good in people,But now I see that most people don’t even have good in them.Pain, sadness, depression.Does everyone go through these emotions like I do?I’m the girl who once loved you.I’m the girl who is afraid of what I might become.I’m the girl that’ll take you and make you regret all that you’ve done to me,But I’m also the girl who won’t do that.I’m
Red Skin RadioI live in the city of cowboysThe people are country justiceFamily law and superstitionRed skin radio liberal socialismHagridden rural old schoolSilent hard times isolationSeasons high bad recollectionHumidity heat and hell fireNo trace of the promised landInvisible people delusional madnessDays go by with no memoryThey work the land but no rewardSlowly time makes them hungryEvery day they age and get uglyThe clock ticks and takes moneyMemory fades life is emptyDeath dealers collect the days dutyThere is no light there is no pity24.10.14 (c) [PMFP.]LUPUS NIGER PUBLISHING
MizerykordiaMógłbym przestać,Introspekcjom "nie " powiedzieć,Łamiąc ostrze chirurgiczne.Okupione swoja wadą.Szarpnąć. Wyrwać.Igłę cofnąć.Echo krzyku schować w ziemi.Ranny nie chce rany jątrzyć.Dobre sobie.Zapominać, to nie istnieć.Ignoranci?Empatia?!
LeviI’m sitting in your chair, singing to the dark,watching you sleep, tearing my hopefulness apart.There’s a pillow in your arms where I would like to be,And it seems there’s no harm in this kind of intimacy.So when the song fades out into the darkness of your room,I don’t think too long about the fact that I should be leaving soon.The sun is coming up but I still want to stay,regardless of what everyone would say.It’s too cold outside and I’m too tired to drive.You’d be upset if I left without saying goodbye…So I get up and lie where the pillow used to beand I take another gamble on this thing; you and me.
Under Thy GazeStaring into the faceWith years left to drainI see myself in those eyesAnd all of the wasted pain.Ground laid to wasteA nostalgia now seems cold- Only gained in the biting coldOf winter and northern frost.Tomes aged, covered in dustWhich eyes cannot seeThe understanding forgottenNow from this time leave.All of this, only from eyes,Eyes innocent yet so blueSeeming to be etherealIn their twinkling bright hue.All thoughts now leaving meStrained by thine eyesLeaving only a hopeful lightIn place of all the lies.I see now what I have soughtI feel what has escaped meIn these desolate yearsOnly if myself I can freeGain what unspeaking eyesHave to give us allGain what once all hadBefore ye betroth a fall.
Karta pacjentaSchizofrenia. Dożylnie.Porfiria. Dożylnie.Narcyzm. Dożylnie.Sadomasochizm. Dożylnie.Depresja. Uzupełnić dawkę.Ileś tam lat.