There is so much beauty in this world...

domingo, 13 de junio de 2010

El ultimo tramo


I can´t seem to focus, it´s hopeless unless
Look you in the eyes and all I see is a blur hoping,
That my previous mindstate; could be resurrected,
To the old me; it's like you had me injected with imperfection,
How could you be so reckless? I initially meant it,
Seems like you put your effort into me, what am I left with?
Nothin' but a canvas with a black and white portrait,
Of me and you, in a burnin' garden of scorchin' orchards.
Simple beauty that's being torn down by your power,
That constantly pounds on my soul hour after hour,
Now I can hardly breathe, get rid of these memories,
Continually haunting me,
Cant change who I've come to be,
The darkness only ends as soon as you open your eyes,
And you hope to realize that hope is cloaked in disguise,
Again I look you in the eyes and all I see is a blur,
But when I look in the mirror I can see who you were.

The sky opens wide, to swallow me again,
Once I am inside, I'm lost and can´t pretend,
These pictures in my mind, are not a part of me,
These memories hold me tight, till I can hardly breathe

I can hardly breathe

I can hardly stop the memories..

Nothing I can say or do,
Will take away what I've been through,
What you were is what I've come to be,
Nothing you can say to me,
Will take away these memories,
What you were is what I've come to be!
Now I can hardly breathe, get rid of these memories,
Continually haunting me,
Cant change who I've come to be






almost the end.
the only thing that gives me peace.