Alter ego : HateI saw someone outside my windowand to tell the truth i was scaredhate in his eyes and yet there was hollowI stared numb wondering if this was realA cold sweat through my blood streamLittle bugs crawling inside my skinMy mind savaged lost, simply by fearI have no control over my right limbsMy eyes begin to twitch and trembleMy brain begins to split in eight and oneI am becoming a spectator within myselfTime is running out, is there no way out?This anger starts to spread consumingeverything that was fine, now confusing180 degrees and i do not recognize meI no longer write this words, forgive meAbsent control and wise out the doorI can no longer be confronted or talkedDestructive ways , that twist and curseAnother hurtful scar into a loved oneMy eyes and bones no longer shakeI breathe again and recalled what´s doneRegret becomes my middle namei´´m so hurtful when i´m this way...I´m sorry..
The Mirror HallThe mirrors reflected the light that shined uponbut mirrors are like eyes that see through and fromThe form of each will tell you different things they seeof how light reflected and the perspective of one and allAnd in this hall of mirrors reality is like amorphic clayfrom a viewer point of view, what it is? an endless bayIt only takes from the things that need to misshapedBut one must wonder what it is there to reflect..A shape?, a thought?, a form? it matters not, heck..!for mirrors are like brains only giving what they takebending, shaping, informing that which is not thereand by not being there , they are there, here , where?Now a huge explosion runs along the cursed hallBehold the shattering of glass and move alongThe mirrors only showed what i´ve been holding onexcuses of how i never wanted to see me reflected on
Empty heartI stood in the rainwet from tearsdown my facemy heart deadmy hope lostmy cell rangone missed calleddidn´t carestared at hereyes that staredinto souless holesmany secs.what.. a?went wrong?I don´t know!need a reasonneed my lovewhere it go?no returnno returnno returnfound no reasonfound no hopefound no heartwalked awaydon´t know wherewrote a songLa la lala la lala la laHere´s your songhope you diehere´s my heartempty it waswhere´s my love?where´s my hope?
Introspective 1And there I was wondering about the inexistence of meaning behind the wall of deception I created long ago. Perhaps on earlier times I couldve made sense of all the hieroglyphs I´ve written inside my mind, on the blank canvas of the maze (not labyrinth) I am, trying to escape.Perhaps I am experiencing a regress ional stage on my mind; Ive been here before, even though I do not remember it. This place where 3 becomes 1, or perhaps thats the idea the room is meant to give. Perhaps this was the beginning of an end, or perhaps this was the starting point of something new? I do not know, nothing made sense as it once did before. I am trapped inside a maze I created, ironic isnt it.? I now want to release the thing that I once encrypted inside, but not forgot about. ´Cause I am still, all that I hold inside the mind
even if sometimes I am what I dont think or like that which I am I am, or become.Everything that was once meant has happened, every