The world is full of lovers - We don't need anymore!: agosto 2013

martes, 20 de agosto de 2013

Nos prostituímos.

sen

men

tal

mente

miércoles, 14 de agosto de 2013

Pero hace tanta soledad
que las palabras se suicidan.

martes, 13 de agosto de 2013

la miseria

su estertor nos

mata.

Sparkling gray,
then my own veins.

Any more than a whisper
Any sudden movement of my heart
And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away.

Just get through this day.

Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way, and lose myself,
not today
That's too much guilt to pay

Sickened in the sun
You dare tell me you love me
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way

You're just so pretty in your pain

Give up my way, and I could be anything
I'll make my own way
Without your senseless
hate...hate...hate...hate

So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good
I can't hear your screams anymore

You lied to me
But I'm older now
And I'm not buying baby
Demanding my response
Don't bother breaking the door down
I found my way out

And you'll never hurt me again.

martes, 20 de agosto de 2013

miércoles, 14 de agosto de 2013

martes, 13 de agosto de 2013

Heterosexual advisory~ Transgenital content.-