You know…
My life has been nothing like small victories into mediocrity
It has been a forced laugh in the sad lives of my people
Small victories in bombarded field
My heart injured and blue
Heavy as 100 tons in my chest
The sadness of survival flying above our heads
In a ‘’wannabe’’ humanistic environment
Look…
I once was in love and light
I tried to fool myself like i am someone else
We are born in a black hole
With a name of a small city
With the ego of a giant
And the personality of an ant
Look… i fooled myself for years
But now i feel it babe
It’s coming
And its not pretty
It is messed up
Born from the guts of truth
Rare pure truth
Fucking ugly as hell
Look at me now running
Running from myself
….But I am tired you know
I am 32 smoker and out of breath
Is coming babe…
I feel it when i sleep
I feel it when I am around people
It is there in the corner
In the eyes of the stranger
Can you see it ??????
I am seeing it…
It watches me
It is coming…
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