lunes, 22 de junio de 2009

prologue for (a bastard cry)

i think it has started already
somehow i just can't stop it now
maybe i don't want to...
i got nothing to lose
every single thing's just messed up
it's starting...it's slowly consuming my mind
right now it should be like 40% of that vs. 60% of normality
fucking abstrackt

fucking abstract...just fucking abstract...
out of all fucking sense...
what if...what if i don't make it out of here¿
someday there'll be someone reading about this
please know this is not a story, this is not a horror tale...this, unfortunately is my life
this is not fucking common...i've searched for it and it seems to be i'm all alone
maybe this is like serial killers start to feel...i just got no idea of anything now...
feels like my mind...or whatever it is, is consuming myself and all my world
tearing me apart of everybody i trusted...
i see how everything crumbles to dust in front of me...
i got nothing to hold on...
i wonder when will i fall right into that-...