Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

a beer a cigarette a sandwich a tear a moment a breath a season a wreck. forgotten betrayed regarded engaged balsamic hated ironic faded. an answer an other an option a bother an elder an earring an image a feeling. something falling breaking nothing shaking writing creating shattering.

it´s been way to long a time i can´t feel the drive all it´s lost in mind i wish i could go blind once i felt the new everything was true now that it´s all through i can´t but feel blue dreams i thought sublime nightmares turned then shined most feelings died as you i left behind.... the one was thrown away the shell it fell apart the box opened and spread the hate i hid inside as much as i would run the closer i would come to the conclusion to fold once all this was done no one was to hear the words i felt and feared yet that image was clear there was nothing left to feel the rain was in my eyes the pain never relied the one truth to my eyes was torn and left behind...

How close thy shall be? How close thy shall be Bed for the not living? For can you not see The long life I have missing? How close thy shall be Oh, master of puppets? For can you not see Your pupil caring buckets? How close thy shall be Pond of the red in me? For can you not see I have reasons to be? How close thy shall be Author of my obituary? For can you not see Time’s not yet for me to marry? How close thy shall be Oh, day of my slaughter? For can you not see I care too much to bother?

Oráculo. La respuesta de los dioses Completan ahora mi historia El sonido de las voces De quienes llenan mi memoria. Reboza la impotencia Solo pido ahora clemencia Pido que me guíen los astros Que saquen mi inexistencia. He vuelto al oráculo Velas negras ahora presencian Las razones y verdades Que me sacan de mi demencia. Ya no veo los obstáculos El camino perdió la maleza Sin cesar pido al oráculo Que me llene de sus respuestas. Puedo oír la voz del silencio Mis ojos ya no son presa De aquello que fue carencia De este, mi mundo mágico. Las horas pasan ya libres La lluvia borra discordia La soledad es indiferente La luz cubre las sombras. Pendiente se encuentra mi alma Recuerdos llenan mi mente De imágenes fotográficas Donde te encuentras presente. Borrar, nunca he podido Las lagrimas mil de mi historia Por fin la piedra he movido Y mi mente no esta ansiosa Por ver lo que nunca he visto Y camino sin más demora. El sueño arropa mi ser La historia sigue su camino El otoño acaba de ver Qu

my past hunts me... Black Poem. Ideas come to head A pack of impure thoughts Now I wish to live not I’d be better of dead Depression fills my life I’m filled with shame and pain So hard, so hard I tried So that smoke I’d not inhale I failed myself tonight Reasons to die are true I tried to clean my mind But now my life is thru The sickness I never thought Someday I had to feel Is now part of it all Tares away all that’s real Vomiting words all over Writings the facts I hate I hate myself tonight And wish for life to go away Why must I suffer this moment? Reasons I need to hear Reasons to tell me that moment Was just a nightmare and left in haze The smoke that runs in me Becomes my oxygen now For I have not been able To get this shit off my mind The facts I wish to ignore The same that won’t let me be Are reasons to make my slaughter Now and today part of me I have betrayed my reason And with it also myself Can not see my face in a mirror That image at I can not stare I failed the bigge