martes, marzo 14, 2006

Don't leave (The shipwreck).

I entered the room quietly.
They were all covered with dust and blood.
Rats were crawling all over the place.
"I'm not gonna leave, I'm not gonna leave, I'm not gonna leave."

Fuck.

Men in black. Two of them.
Don't seem friendly.
They start talking to me.
It's all a fuss. I cannot hear them.
My eyes and ears hurt.
A third one comes into this... room. Place.
I'm scared.

Blackout.

The love of my teen age.
She walks slowly towards me.
It's a nice garden. Lost of flowers.
She kisses me.
"Goodbye, my love".
What's this?
"I'm sorry."

Don't leave.

martes, marzo 07, 2006

Memoirs of the first day.

A little bit nostalgic.
A little bit alone again.
Feeling not good.
With a black tie and a lot of angst.

Suddenly,
silence.

They have nothing to offer.
They are purely nothing;
They watch me, and sometimes laught at me.
But they don't know the truth.

Back to the hugs and all that stuff.
Fuck.
I'm gonna be paranoid.

viernes, marzo 03, 2006

Raindown.

Beautiful rain.
Grey, full of sorrow and angst.
Just a bit like me.