Distante do que permanece...
...Consciente,
Regresso ás cinzas
Onde me perco e afogo.
Tranquilo, adormeço
...E deixo-me levar por uma brisa,
Que apesar de quente,
Refresca
A pele febril e áspera
Esculpida como mármore
Por lapidar...
Sinto-me a derreter
Sou um comum esquecer
Que se apodera do consciente
Tornando-o inevitavelmente inconsistente,
Fragmentado,
Como um espelho partido
Cujos fragmentos são pequenos eus desfocados
Multi-colores
E desprovidos de originalidade...
you'll be saved for what you are
if you dont leave your lucky star
and you'll be safe as long as you smile
you'll be shining just like a star
Sitting confortably in your electric chair
smiling,
humming,
enjoying,
feeling strangely safe and sound
saved from the thorns inside
God is real if you believe
And you are God if you conceive
that it's your hand guiding your dreams
you must have faith so you'll succeed
laying confortably in your death bed
smiling,
waiting,
singing,
feeling strangely fulfilled and proud
saved by the strength inside
so please have faith, dont be late, never hate
because your time will surely come
a
Its starts with one
small desire
to be noticed
when the world
crashes down
on my feet
the ground shakes
as i'm crashing
down your spine
the spine of the world
my world
This catastrophic decline
doesn't last long
just hold on, hang on
listen to the whistle
to the hissing
is it fading?
is life ending?
listen to the screaming
to the sizzling
is it cracking?
is my head cracking open?
is my chest open?
is my head open?
can you get in?
can you breathe through me?
the end is near
life is withering here
my world is rotting
and i can't stop it
i know im dying
soon i'll become nothing
and return to the ashes
i came fr
Sou uma sombra brilhante
Sou um vulto resplandecente
Sou uma mascara sorridente
Sou um tolo deficiente
Sou o deus que não existe
Sou a salvação desnecessária
Sou o horror que sentiste
Sou uma felicidade embrionária
Sou o sonho que persegues
Sou a dor que te consome
Sou as folhas em que escreves
Sou uma saudade disforme
Sou o tempo que não passa
Sou a vida que transpiras
Sou a realidade que se torna farsa
Sou a razão por que respiras
Sou o pesadelo que te magoa
Sou as lágrimas que te queimam
Sou o mártir que apregoa
Sou as cores que destoam
Sou o nada que existe
Sou o tudo que permanece
Sou o vácuo que despiste
Vinte e Três
Perante um ténue nevoeiro negro
Esconde-se aquilo que já não entendo
O que foi, para mim, já não existe
Perdido num remoinho imaginário
Onde sinto as latejantes pancadas dormentes
Pesadas e secas, constantes mas sempre diferentes
Que condicionam as minhas lembranças
E o meu lento e deficiente pensamento
É um muro perante os olhos da mente
Feito de uma névoa intransponível, persistente
Que me acompanha num passo lento
E arrastado, empurrado pelo vento
Apressado, que me dispara e arremessa
Contra um muro feito de promessas
Em vão feitas para me salvar
Desta inebriante tristeza vulgar
É um tumor cerebral
Vinte e Quatro
Viajo por entre dois mundos diferentes
Construído pelas tuas mãos dormentes
Mãos que nunca se cortaram
Que nunca suaram nem sangraram.
Caminho por uma estrada de pedra
Rumo em direcção ás estrelas
Coladas ao céu com as tuas lágrimas
Onde me procuro incessantemente,
De onde vejo o mundo tão pequeno
Tão reduzido e dividido – parecem dois –
Um mundo nauseado e poluído,
Vulto distorcido em ti reflectido
Para me purgar de tal obscenidade
Cubro-me com lençóis de nevoeiro,
Deito-me no chão húmido e sujo
E contemplo o nada em que te tornaste
Um nada colossal que transborda por onde pode
Vivo e consciente, sinal de vid
When i was sawing my own harm i saw
myself bleeding. "fascinating" - i thought.
i needed something to believe in so i
broke all my bones and crawlled back
home. while hurting and screaming aloud i saw
this pixie swimming in a puddle of mud, bathing,
and she wore a crown of thorns i sighed and whispered
into her ear words of wisdom and told her the world was unfair
she was smiling
and she kept smiling
she was laughing
and she kept laughing
laughing at me
It was late when i chopped off my fears from my
dear diary so corrupted and dirty and soaked in
sweat and tears and salival dreams
so innocent and pure, unable to be defiled
it's just my reflection
so ugly and unrecognizable
covered with stretch marks
so frail like a autmuns breeze
i lack direction
i need to somehow feel able
and quite overconfident
to remain aware of my own fears
im so afraid
of a new day
I need a new reason to continue
could you hold my hand and take me through?
would you take me along with you?
into the unknown
it's just my imagination
so unstable and psychotic
hanging from the ceiling
so fluently uncommunicative
i'm so anxious
so infused with deception
should've never let you go
so now you push me down
you take me down
im stuck in this hole
where no light gets in
n
Current Residence: My own head Favourite genre of music: Grunge / Alt. Rock Favourite cartoon character: Spawn / Happy Noodle Boy / Elftor Personal Quote: yes, yes i do hate you! and i wish you'd die right here. happy now?
yeah..it really does...Smashing Pumpkins first record..."Gish" makes me cry....i love this album...almost every song...makes me cry... billy's voice...the lyrics...the very music....it's like...a voice from the heavens...
Snail
The Smashing Pumpkins
All your seven dreams
Look close, son, and you'll believe
As your things come undone
See you are the only one
Flower, seize the hour I did
I wait
Waiting, waiting for your wake
I'll wait
When you wake up you're all weak
Throwing your life away
Someday, sorry coming home
Sorry snail
What you wait for
Flower, the pain will wash away, away
When the sun shines
Climbs through your
Can i get an amen? Can I get an aleluia? thank you fools! i Am jesus. The leader of the jew! The son of our lord! the messiah and the saviour of all people. The Alpha and the Omega. teh guy with long brown hair and beard, that dresses funny and has some masochistic tendencies too...and i like mushrooms. i LUV mushrooms....oh man how much i luv ´em....them mushrooms make me feel so goddamn nice. anyways, im here to deliver a message...a message of peace, and love, and kindness and redemption and salvation and all that crap...truth be told, i dont really feel like doing so, but my big boss up there made me do it. he kinda made blackmail wi
YOU have BEEN HIT BY THE BEAUTIFUL STICK!!!!
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ONCE YOU have BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU KNOW YOU are REALLY FINE AS HELL. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN YOU will BE CURSED WITH UGLINESS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. SO DONT MESS UP!!
(Não podemos deixar quebrar esta corrente maravilhosa de magia!!!!)