It's another dawn when you don't feel the people ,
everyone is sleeping, there is silence in the environment,
think that nothing changes but today everything is different,
the eyes are cold, and the blood is warm .
it seems impressive that he made it to his 20,
not all of them succeeded in dreaming that their teeth fall,
it was not superstition its what he saw without being a prophet,
It would seem fiction, that affliction, that is in his mind ...
round in paradox in irony more than sarcasm,
crack in cold night pays to feel orgasms,
He does not live as he wants but that's how he choosed,
the league press arm the drops stain the floor,
It feels like a sprinter that goes 100 with smooth rubbers,
being alive is a permit, and death gave him a warning,
his only commitment is to be good with himself,
he does not succeed, perhaps because of trauma.
dualism, he trys and forge it with Taoism,
walk in the shadow, there is occultism in his eyes
does not differentiate realism, in his wake,
he exiled from a timely warm home,
relieves him to die as if there is no tomorrow,
no desire to live waiting for one,
it relieves you to live as if there is no tomorrow
no desire to die waiting for one.
Evicts, that mind filled between the leaves
it loosens, the rope on which he walks and there is no red cross
It is the same ending on any path that you choose
welcome, welcome to your paradox. x2
his life is a literal metaphor
his breath is a collateral damage
his general action anticipates his funeral
in front of the mirror melts its bilateral symmetry
polygraph in his eyes, observe the light of the aura
ignore the omen of someday touching the top
Each overthinking is a bar for the cage
and each pack of cash is left in the corner
knows the answer of every doubt he has
but ignores them for lack of dopamine
he omits the limits he knows everything can
but he forgets the young man underestimates
the nearest neighborhood is full of dealers
stash , straws and killers
they sell you the merchandise no matter how you die
for the money the monkey dances and so will dress in silk
the child at first has attention deficit
in high school leads bullying without compassion
if he is not in the classroom he is in the yard with a blunt
trying to appease that frustration
Mom did not give him heat
papa killed himself
there is a younger brother
because in heaven there are 2
it was not that I wanted it but it happened
he wanted to run from those memories but he slip
its backpack is a racetrack (horse) if he relapse
he wanted to dodge failure, but he fail
he wanted to finish his life until he tried
so he won't someone else with a [22mm]
but the bells ring something keeps him,
images come to his mind those masses that stop him,
He cries when he wants to kill himself but there's no bullet to stop
that ambition that he feels that big dream that has
Evicts, that mind filled between the leaves
it loosens, the rope on which he walks and there is no red cross
It is the same ending on any path that you choose
welcome, welcome to your paradox. x2