puyi

i dont need anything anymore

but drugs, new drugs who can kill me later, after they are gone.

cause it's just fun and depressing, to live under the illusion of madness.

a life washed away.

words connected.

distortions of timespace.

i remember a year ago, planning something it never happened,

as today, it wont happen.

as I choose nothing, but that's a lie, ill chose to have fun, to respect dreams and to work for them. so kids, live, die young. being an old fragile person sucks.

hahaha.

ots fun to think this is helpful. to feel im being use for something, after those years spent thinking i had it, yes i have it, a fucking crippling condition.

repressed anger and sexual anxiety.

im all this, until they stop, the continuity of my favorite words.

terracuwa

temo por mi vida

acostado bajo esta manta de palabras

miabuela esta demente

en mi pensar divagado,

por este hongo del misterio.

day x1

i dont know what i have, but it grows, and the thought of suicide calms it, as well as the action of self destruction, and it cant be stopped. 

so this week as always im planning my escape, again. 

why? 

because i dont see a future, nothing.

just a dependable broken body with lots of issues.

issues untreated, unwanted but alive, leeching my soul dry.

fuck it. emo never dies.

rerun

delgada linea entre la inutilidad y la funcionabilidad,

prestas misterio cuando nadie, solo yo se de ti, alfombra de casa, sientes el sentimiento huir de vuestra vida, depresion, que tal el cambio, tienes hambre? estas ocupado? me pregunto.

ahora y sin respuesta soy el movimiento que esperas,

y morire apagado,

enterrado entre calaveras y libertades secas.

segmini

el papel escrito,
sus cifras al descubierto,
eran momentos de gravedad.

lo que sentia por la diosa de su voluntad,
ella, Cami, sola, embrujado me anclaba,
me dejaba ir por su locura, la mia tambien.

hasta la mañana,
joven diurna.

estas esterna en los sentimientos del pasado.