FEAR

Irrational

in circles

pumpin' heart

racing breath

paralyzing

empowering

pure synesthesia

breakin' thru

the limits of man

satori

Too Dark to see

broken down & paralyzed

almost astral trip-like

nightmerish feeling

those dark things

lurking

breathing

I've looked inside

myself

too deep

too dark to see

shouldn't do it

now they see

they found me

there's no escape

without limbs

This is a Test

My body aches, my head is burning
the fastest is not
the better exit
is this a test?
or
a cruel game against me?
I'm fucked by my own weaknesses
and my mind is of no use either
a razor
is meant to harm
and my shadow
is plotting against me.
this
is
war

Another killed saturday

Alas!
Here I am, at the end of another saturday, another one that'll go to the line, waiting to be shot and killed, another one, another one...too many of them have passed away...and I'm wasting my life here, working, for the devil itself.

This Autumn I will be free, I shall soar to the skies, like the Raven does, to the country of the Rising Sun.

Hopes for a better future melts as the presents drifts back and I open my eyes, to see

this rotting place.

Eyes of a Fallen Angel

I woke up this morning with a bad moon in my eyes, so I decided, maybe encouraged by some friend of mine, maybe not, that I should begin this thing called "blog".

I don't even know what the purpose for this bloody blod shall be, but I'll improvise, what the hell!

First of all, an explanation for the title of the blog, an exit in red use to be the one that is created by a sharpened knife, or sword, of course. The exit wound is completely red..........

Sooooo, how should I commence........

I think that for a non-pretencious blog like this, a quotation would serve well as a beginning, so here I write the lyrics for 3 libras, a song from the band A Perfect Circle, which I like a lot:

I threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back
a name
in your recollection
down among a million same

difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed and passed over
when I look right through
I see you naked and oblivious

and you don't see me

but I threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy

here I am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded
but I see, see through it all
see through
see you

'cause I threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy

oh well
oh well
apparently nothing
apparently nothing at all

you don't
you don't
you don't see me

you don't
you don't
you don't see me

you don't
you don't
you don't see me

you don't
you don't
you don't see me

you don't
see me

you don't
you don't
you don't see me at all