I managed to get away...
But I can't take off my skin
to shed the horror, the dread,
seems I'm still sweating fear.
The games the mind can play
-games it seems I'll never win-
bringing back the panic... The dead
and it is always crystal clear.
Though I survived... In a way
living tastes just like sin
couldn't heal... So I fled
but I'm stuck in the same gear.
( This is something I wrote for a character in a movie, sadly the project never took off, but t he experience was good. )
3 comments:
Ah, la Madre Patria, iba a visitar Madrid en Septiembre, pero parece que va a tener que ser hasta Abril, bueno, festejaré mi cumpleaños allá.
I said it before and now I say it again, I really liek the way you write...
I posted in your other blog as well.
seeya!
xxx
Hello there! I dig your writing.
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