Phoenix

Lying covered to the head, I hear my sheets creak.
Oh, death, is that you peeping me from the edge of my bed?
Oh, death, you're so sweet whispering in my ear. Talking resting dreams.
Oh, death, you always so tender coming to me. You, so known to me. I could never fear a friend inviting me to reborn again.
Oh, death, come hold my hand as I give you all my dirt. Cause you and I, babe, can make it pretty afresh.
Oh, death, I know you well. But you don't know me, cause every time you come, it's a different me you're here to take.
Oh, death, you indulge me well. You never claim me whole, cause if there's something that you know, is that I won't follow you all the way until my body and soul have experienced my all.
Oh, death, you too know, I'll always love your other face, life, the most.

Agua

Siento cosas que no puedo escribir. Cosas hondas, de azul profundo. Ocultas y acuosas de los rincones donde no llega el sol. Me rodean entera, y en el agua, una sólo puede aguantar la respiración por cierto tiempo. Ahí me pregunto "¿qué pasa si dura más de lo que puedo aguantar?". Porque técnicamente no es agua, es agua emocional, y creo que las almas no pueden ahogarse en el océano emocional. Pueden llegar a sentir ahogo, más cuando no se hacen cargo de sus branquias. No las pueden ver ni sentir, entonces retienen el aire y sienten que se ahogan. ¡Ah! Sin embargo, es preciso "ahogarse" para reconocer las branquias y respirar agua de crecimiento.

Or may be...

There is a huge battle going on inside me. But I don't know who's fighting. One is kinda me. Like a living corpse of me, cause no matter how much or hard I'm struck, nothing really hurts me. And it's like I only fight back with the flame of my eyes; just my eyes move and hit and express. The rest, as dead.

And I ask myself so many questions. I don't know, and right now, it kinda feels like I don't want to know.

Is it me? Am I the one fighting me? Am I the beast?

You know what? Just brake my ribbs (not like there's much meat around), rip up my skin, grab my heart and take it out. It's not working right. I think I need a new one. You can keep the old one, I don't dig it anymore and I can't grow a new heart if there's no place to store.

And the puzzle... It's there, in front of me. I see it, but I don't understand it. Is it complete? I feel like it's missing a piece! Meanwhile, I'm losing my peace.