"Come to the dark side..........................................................I have cookies"

diumenge, 29 de juny del 2008

Blind




Fools in love,

well are there any other kinds of lovers?

Fools in love,

is there any other kind of pain?


Fools in love,

are there any creatures more pathetic?

Fools in love,

never knowing when they've lost the game


Fools in love,

gently hold each others hands forever

Fools in love,

gently tear each other limb from limb



Fools in love they think they're heroes

'Cause they get to feel no pain

I say fools in love are zeros

I should know, I should know

Because this fool's in love again

dimecres, 25 de juny del 2008

fu**ing special



I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control


I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul


I want you to notice, when I'm not around


You're so fucking special...


I wish I was special...




But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

dilluns, 16 de juny del 2008

June


You're a part time lover and a full time friend,

the monkey on you're back is the latest trend,

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...

But you

divendres, 13 de juny del 2008

Cursed



You still call me up from time to time,

and it would be so hard for me not to cross the line,

the words of love lye on my lips just like a curse,

and i knew, oh yes i knew they'd only make it worse...

dilluns, 9 de juny del 2008

Switched on



Y se van las ganas de olvidarte,

de tanto recordarte y ya no puedo despistarte

pienso, y me vienen los lugares

donde pase encendida,

apágame...

divendres, 6 de juny del 2008

Suffocated




Potser la definició que més s'apropa és ... com quedar-se sense aire...



Un flux suau i penetrant que recorre el cos. Comença pel front, com una ploma recorre la seva cara, acariciant-li les parpelles, removent les seves pestanyes, pessigollejant cada centímetre de la pell, i reavifant les pigues que la habiten. Arriba al coll, s'arreplega al seu voltant com una corda apretada. Baixa... s'endinsa i paralitza els pulmons arribant fins al cor, i l'atura.



Un escalfred que batega i es despren...



La pell queda núa, desprotegida... no saps com pot arribar a coure l'aire... la pell encetada costa de cicatritzar...



Un concepte irracional, com la sensació que desencadena. Una bogeria que no entén, no s'atura, i que només pot amagar. Un sentiment inútil.