THEIR SOUL WILL HAVE TO WAIT

A coat with empty pockets and a non-stop sleepless brain filled with opposite opinions about the same thing, just to fill the void, no reason to break their bubble, to be hungry, homeless, anxious or paranoid. Not tired enough to be asleep, the darkness of their broken heart is now too damn deep. Leave them alone, the world is their home, and if they need, they know where to go to get some. Their inner child is growing old, their soul feels empty now that it has been removed and sold. Alone, in a sea of people watching them move, where there is no God and nothing else to prove. Walking on that thin line, dividing the reason and the insanity, their worst problem is that fucking disorder of personality. Throw them to the eternal heat from Hell, either way the path they took wasn´t well. Little red dots on a daily vision, their life have completely lost what once was their true mission. Whisper that magic words to their ears, although you know everything you say will end up in awful tears. Don´t visit or call them again, your voice is only going to cause them more of that self destructing feeling to deal with an unbearable pain.

ALWAYS READY TO BE ALONE

When the needle is that deep, they no longer walk on their own two feet. To float is not a physical state, has become a nasty side effect that they hate. No reason to worry, not even a natural disaster or any kind of hurry. Silence is so far away, although quiet is the way they stay. Don´t get near them preaching with your big smile and fake hope words out loud, because you know that you ´re the only one that´s going to feel proud. Their youth is almost done, so sad to see the life of this kids is almost gone. Too much pressure living underwater, could any existing Hell be more painful or is it just simply hotter? Noise becomes a beautiful melody in their broken dark world odissey. Feelings vanishing like healthy smoke, this children are abandoned with no luck or hope. Don´t look for them or try to pray; confussion, hunger and sadness is where long time ago they choose to stay. Not even a million tears can wash away and free them from a lifetime built on years of making all those heavy mistakes.

THE NEXT DREAM

He lost his mind between heaven and hell, no friends or family to say good bye or even a farewell. Angry fists directly to his head, some day will get peace when he´s dead. No mess around when he travels on his own cloud, not even one reason to feel proud. Some dose of calm and violence mixed with anger and happiness becomes a breakfast of lucid madness. In his world of no regret there´s no use to forgive just, better to forget. Laying down on the dark side of the sun, hard core feelings rise against his old man and a crazy mom. Deep down in a hole without a light, is it possible to get any lower?... may be with one more fight. Average brains watch without understanding, the only war he´s always fighting. Run away to the only place he´s welcome, that has become his home when he want some. Illusion and reality seem the same, the best place to get naked and loose his name. He knows this situation will never end, until he kills the last of his weakest friends.

HOUSE OF THE ILL

There´s no use in denying the obvious result, he would be carrying for the next year all the fault. Several months had passed and still more to come, until he learn to live alone with all that he had done. No runaway path to solve every question, some may say is just a matter of perception. Cold as a frozen stone, his heart fight to keep warm or will burst and blow. Who could care and at the same time be aware about everything they once shared. Simple words are complicated when love goes underrated. Life seems so easy when it´s over the time of spending the night out in the cold and freezing. It´s time to learn and grow strong, only after that moment they´ll know where they really belong. No need to raise the voice, staying or leaving is always their free choice. Never intend to harm her at all, now between them is a hard concrete wall.

ON THE SIXTH DAY

He came alone and quiet, not to forget his home but silent. A world of fear he left behind to be sure not to loose his mind. Fix again what was broken in vain, no more hurt when he´s face to face to the nameless pain. Be on time careful not to leave behind all the shadows and the light that they share, now they make his life so bright. Now alone but not forget the one and only day they met. Some kind of satisfaction running under the skin, no more reasons for the uncomfortable pain between. Logic is the name of the game, after playing this they will never be the same again. Once she tried to run and hide, now she knows he´s everywhere for her to find. Desperation was no longer the first feeling, on this new road to their way of healing. Now and then they close their eyes, not even distance can confuse the truth with some insignificant angry lies. Miscommunication is no more a defect now that their minds move on a world of respect. A higher power rule their life. The angels all around make every dark day feeling turn clear and the whole smile nice. Meditation is not an option yet, they are observed like cheap actors on a T.V. set. Can´t find a reasonable or logic solution to understand how to clean their own body pollution. Several paths end up here, could be the beggining or the end of all things near. A final smile blow their mind, happiness is not that hard for them to find.