quinta-feira, 23 de junho de 2011

Sick Mind

A strange noise was heard outside, maybe a gunshot or a painful screaming of a miserable soul. I’m sitting on my armchair in my apartment, drinking a whiskey with no ice, doing something to kill my agony, trying to shut up the voice of my conscience that accuses me every day.  That noise was so unfair breaking  into the night, tearing the silence, a noise so clear I could swear it didn’t came from outside, smelling a coughing   smoke, sitting on my armchair in my apartment, in one hand a cup with your blood in the other  hand a gun …. It is so clear now, I loved you so much I couldn’t resist, now I can see your head everyday on the wall of my apartment.

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  1. Wow! Then,in the next day:

    >> This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
    Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
    Hush baby, speak softly, tell me I'll be sorry
    That you pushed me into the coffee table last night
    So I can push you off me
    Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
    Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
    Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
    Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
    Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
    Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
    Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
    That we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
    Together we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills
    You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
    I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
    But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
    Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counsellin'
    This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
    Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
    With you I'm in my f-ckin' mind, without you, I'm out it...

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