martes, 14 de agosto de 2018

domingo, 12 de agosto de 2018

Talking with shadows.

Every day seeing the city darker
and every night seeing more clearly
that this place has never been mine.


jueves, 9 de agosto de 2018

Sad your day.

Demon and angel adore gunplay,
I overflow drugs, stinks to ashtray,
here isn't the party, just the disarray,
I will allay my pain, and spirited away.
There is hearsay that serves not pray,
anyway, today I will go out and slay
to your gods, with their own rays,
to corral them in an alleyway.




I wish to be a stray fox in Norway
and not witness this moral decay,
under the sway to the dismay
without it still being saturday.

miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2018

Cuestiones y sangre.

Diste media vuelta,
y mientras te alejabas
estuve meditando
si era peor quien te mata
o quien te deja morir.


jueves, 2 de agosto de 2018