PÓLVORA Y TRAICIÓN

The pain I inherited always comes in waves, contractions that mimic  those heroic aches of birth. You never know what might grow  on barren land, what hides beneath the surface of your manic slang. He will never be you, will never have your legs cold against my back at the darkest of times. Nothing feels good anymore, nothing feels real you know the things that I do when I'm in pain, come and take me or kill me just don't leave me, please stay. Did you just want my flesh? Nothing else? Such a crazy thought, never took you for one of those. Vulture, vulture on my wall who's the ripest and ready to fall?

One day you’ll be old sitting on a porch  looking at life through cloudy eyes Yellow and grey, longing away towards that empty feeling that your gut portrays Screams of children playing and your victim by your side caressing you, loving you. And you’ll think of that year that spring, that ended abruptly with a crescent moon on the rise. Secrets you should’ve told, truths that hanged, this pain I’m feeling you’ll get it back. Ten times worse under the light of regret, remorse, going back and forth finally finding out what you really wanted is now and even before, forever lost.

It took me ten years to kiss the last man I loved How can I tell you now, baby? You’re not the one I long for I wish I could fit the picture stronger, happier. Just not a ripped fracture in tune and soul with disaster. I miss the old days with laughter those atomical dreams  arriving the morning after. But I know the deal of these things that end faster the moments of pain act as reminder. I don’t wish you  love, I don’t want your torture I just feel like heaven should see you butchered. Cover yourself in the blood of these veins. Hide under mechanical wires of agony and disdain just never blame me, for i am done with rage