Butterflies with Metal Jaws

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Location: Planeta de los Simios, Planet of the Apes

Ahora mismo carezco de datos personales.Me los tatue en el pecho como el de Memento pero no invertí la letra y ahora cuando me miro en el espejo no entiendo que pone.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Low Tide Reasons part II (High Tide Reasons)

Now that you are leaving
I can get rid of these feelings
This host is free now
from feedbacks you've never heard before
I'll look for something
to make my wings grow stronger
and as I go by I hear them say:
-"Hey,where are you going?"
-"I'm going where no one before"
-"Hey,where are you going?"
-"I'm gonna be like the wind"
-"Hey,where are you going?"
-"I'm going up in the sky"
-"Hey,where are you going?"
-"Trust me and come with me"

I hear their bitter sounds
contagious as I break thru the crowd
Their bitter heart-beats
resounding thru the hall like a sad song
filling up my heart with stones
like a chain that keeps me tied to the ground
As I keep sinking my wishes say:
-"Hey,where are you going?"


(November 1st 2006)

Low Tide Reasons

It might have been the Sun that's shinning outside
It might have been the fact that you are by my side
It might have been the fuckt up life that I have
It might have been the coward pupils that hide...
as well
It might have been my bruised hands who write
It might have been my jaded heart who fights
It might have been the countless empty nights
It might have been the endless signs who were right

It might have been the clouds that gather outside
It might have been the rain taht's rainning inside
It might have been a bunch of hopes who were high
It might have been the time who was painfully right
as well
It might have been the memories who lied
It might have been the poison in my drink
It might have been the nightmares in my dreams
It might have been the times I've fallen down
down
down where I can see that
they'll never reach me
they'll never reach me alive
alive
alive where I can see that
they'll never reach us
they'll never reach us alive...


(November 1st 2006)

Careless

My heart is a little flame that burns my brain
It falls like a knive everytime I feel alive
It falls like the night everytime I feel alright
I'm having troubles just to shovel all this pain

I can't believe it,
I can't believe what you just said
I cant believe it
I can't believe in what you just said

As soon as you get there call me
I will be waiting on the red phone
I've been trying to reach you for (10) years
I let it ring but you are never there to hear the call...

I can't believe it
I can't believe what you just did
I can't believe it
I can't believe in what you just did
I can't believe you
I can't believe you anymore

Careless dreaming of yourself
but the stain won't go away
and the pain won't fade away
but the rest you took away


(Red October 2006)

Breakdown Tecnique

I had a chance...a chance to loose
I had the thought to end my life
My sundried soul takes control
over my will,my needs my hope...
to waste my life...consumes my life

I've been so lost,so low,so down
that I could only look up
and as you fly
I see my dreams go down the drain
drinking pain
I'm drinking pain...

And there's no way to fade the light that shines in all your crimes
and there's no way to escape this little moment of despair
and there's no way to let this little moment go away
and there's no way to help this useless tears from fallin' down
and there's no way to help you...
and there's no way to help me...
and there's no way...
to understand why
I let this pain of mine draw the schemes
and as I let it break me at the seams
I just can only play dead
and see my life before my eyes
and there's no way to help me...
there's no way


(November 2006)

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Wrong Mailbox

Dust over my thoughts
waiting the blow of your eyes
Lost under my Faith
waiting for someone to hope
Lie by the doorstep
waiting for someone to come
Today a dream died
well I guess I'll just go back to sleep
When I'm not sleeping
I am blinking my life away
Flowers watching me fade
now is worse because I'm alone
Ice growing over the wings of a chance
anyway it was trying to escape
Dazed by my thoughts
the kept me thinking I could do it

Maybe the message was not for me,
maybe I read someone else's mail,
maybe I wrote someone else's poem
maybe I took someone else's call
maybe it was just a voice in my head...

Pray to the Lord but it has no use now
Sing when the Devil sings
and if you dance while the ground is under your feet there's nothing to be afraid
and if you sing while the Sun is over your head there's nothing to be afraid

September 2006

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