Sometimes I feel like I don't have so much time
Like every step I take
I need to give all my heart
When the nights are long
I win
The tic-tac-tic-tac is constant in my head, body and dreams
like an intense rain
that sometimes end up as a hurricane
pure, violent
I don't want to go away, I really don't want to
but I'm always feeling that the doors are all closed,
and as if it were not enough
I build this fucking walls with iron and bricks
this makes my voice fails again
I fall
asleep
deep cuts but
trying to don't bleed
this same ocean of words.
but unfortunately no one devours this oceans
like I devour your eyes
maybe I'm missing the rest of me, slowly
but with class
tasting the lasts drops of wine
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