martes, 18 de agosto de 2009

You know you ain't going nowhere.You're stuck inside while the mind is flying.You said you'd help me in the morning.Twisting on pins into my eyesand we driving on the ceiling below. You facin' up the walls with your crocked handswhile you're miles away...I didn't think at all end up like thisthere's spiders on the wall and they stink of pissdead heads lying in the corner .Staring at me making me feel badI put my hands up to my eyesbut the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner you...I can feel my chest pressing inwards sucking through my skin into my brain,oxygen pushing on the window,cracks in the glass let it slip awayI start to cry and I keep on laughing.I close my eyes at what's left inside and then I'll ran away...For all the time this landfor all the time in my hand circle around in depth found calmness fall once again...Razor blades floating in the warm bathair bubbles in your veins turning my hands black whispers coming from the next room window cleaner keep on spying.I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a wayto corner me...Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast slipping off the edge in catatonic bloodmultiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hourall face grey and looming downwards sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence.Screaming all the way...Numbers counting down inside mesolar system thoughts circle round my headfalse teeth hanging from the ceiling feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son I eat my hands 'cos my legs are crying you broke my neck 'cause I snapped my spine.I wish you would die away...For all the time this land for all the time in my handcircle around in depthfound calmness fall once again...

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Angie dijo...

¡Rapaz Non escribiches naaaaaaaaada en galego!Ti tamén na Bloggosfera, benvido e moitos parabens polos personaxes de "Land Rober" o que mais me gustou foi ise todo negro como noite pechada eras como un piollo moi gracioso! Biquiños dende Barcelona!