The Fear

The fear comes all of a sudden

It makes you sick and tired of the walls

It gives you fake – biologycal, physical, psychological – reasons to leave

Everyone

Alone

You can only see the selfishness

After you’ve sinned

There’s no going back

No possible regret

And the monster that you fear

Just goes bigger

Just another thing you can’t deal with

And now you’re the one alone

All alone

And you’ll always make sure of that.

Backwards

Running

Fakeness

Car crashing

Blood — not mine

Cold, material words

Senseless thoughts

You don’t make me feel any more alive

4 o’clock feels like a limbo

Backwards

Live

Words

People

Walls

Scenes

Backwards

Restless

I want a Baphomet’s statue

Keep lying on the floor

Cause the trash rests in bed

Blue

You see? There’s something really wrong with me

You take your papers and you can’t find the right words to tell me and you couldn’t

If I so pretty, why am I all alone?

If I’m so smart, why my speech is not noticed?

If I have so much potencial, why don’t I have the best grades?

If I’m so talented, why am I not satisfied?

Everything about me is whether a lie or a mirage

Inside I’m like an atom of sadness

Almost all empty and somewhat blue

I keep on lowing my aspirations and still I keep failling

And I don’t think

I could get used to something going well

From where I’m sitting, there’s just two possible destinies to things:

Whether they go worse or stop existing