miércoles, 25 de noviembre de 2020

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.

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