malditos sean los curiosos y que los malditos sean curiosos:
la esencia de la poesía es una mezcla de insensatez y látigo...
....el gran Hank

domingo, 14 de enero de 2018

If you feel the need

You better love me wrong
because I’m worth no more
I shout in dreams
I cut others veins
I tear up all the poems
that could cover you in the cold

I dress them in red
give them a street
a new name
a new life
I just try
to relief my pain

I’m the highway
that gets you nowhere
I try my best
I try my worst
I want my bones bursting into ashes
before the flames
before the night cuts my heart's head

Let me get lost in fields
filled with music

and third floors windows hotel

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