The Invasion of the Night
I’ve been walking over my own obscurity and I didn’t even know about it.
I’ve never lived, I wasted my time with dreams badly lived and dead memories. I’ve been harvesting the dry fruits of my being, lost and weary by the storm of myself.
If I smiled, I lied.
I’ve hidden from the world the true frustration of my happiness and transformed myself in this allegoric farce that I walk on the streets.
I know people and places without knowing myself, I cross the avenues of me without watching the signs, I come and go on the wrong side of the road whenever it fits me.
I want the madness to be free, I want the madness to be normal. I don’t want to close my eyes, because when I close them I feel that I’m already dead.
I feel the end coming to me as a mother who hugs her child at birth, I am the eternity of these seconds that end, I am the desperation of my hope.
I ride through this battle of me looking for someone who deserves to be saved and I can’t find, all I can see, is myself in the mirror.
The blood of my madness gets into my veins and it feels such as a drug, hallucinates me with life, kills my soul.
Let break in pieces the elements of my being and throw the ashes of me to the wind, so I can join again the darkness of the universe; without life, without air.
Where the only thing that fulfills everything, is nothing.
I’ve never lived, I wasted my time with dreams badly lived and dead memories. I’ve been harvesting the dry fruits of my being, lost and weary by the storm of myself.
If I smiled, I lied.
I’ve hidden from the world the true frustration of my happiness and transformed myself in this allegoric farce that I walk on the streets.
I know people and places without knowing myself, I cross the avenues of me without watching the signs, I come and go on the wrong side of the road whenever it fits me.
I want the madness to be free, I want the madness to be normal. I don’t want to close my eyes, because when I close them I feel that I’m already dead.
I feel the end coming to me as a mother who hugs her child at birth, I am the eternity of these seconds that end, I am the desperation of my hope.
I ride through this battle of me looking for someone who deserves to be saved and I can’t find, all I can see, is myself in the mirror.
The blood of my madness gets into my veins and it feels such as a drug, hallucinates me with life, kills my soul.
Let break in pieces the elements of my being and throw the ashes of me to the wind, so I can join again the darkness of the universe; without life, without air.
Where the only thing that fulfills everything, is nothing.