The natural order of things. Does that even exist? Do things really have a predestined order, or do we mold our concepts to make that true? Nothing is quite certain in this world, I can tell you that. In fact, I can prove it. I am what you would call an “agent” of chaos, if you will. I’ll bet thousands, even millions of people would do what I do, but just don’t have the guts. You’ve got to be a bit on the wild side, you know? Take it in stride, don’t think it too much. Whatever goes wrong will at worst create more chaos, thus fulfilling your primary wish. Sometimes I wonder how I became this way. I am what many would call “a deranged, sociopath killer”. I, on the other hand, would prefer the term “unique killer with a point to prove”. I can’t just give my message. I need people to take part in it, to realize what I’ve been saying all along. Then I won’t be alone, you will all be going to hell with me. After all, life’s just a joke.
Archivo por días: 12 agosto, 2008
Colors of the Soul.
A rainbow of thoughts, all gone through the night
Only those with the brightest colors shine in sight
Skip the black, gray and blue
Fill the spectrum of your mind to its brightest hue
Let them float through the sky, wandering about
Filling you in, exploding out.
Purple the words but red the thought;
Black the meaning but white you shout
Passionless red and emotionless blue
A sad yellow which electrifies you.
A golden feeling which is quite poor,
The dark spots inside a white soul.
Like the black looming inside feelings obscure,
Or the clear of the empty when the colors subside.
reencarnándome
Si nadie me enseñó a vivir, ¿por qué muero tan libremente?
Hacia el callejón sin salida de mi propio bagaje, con la vanidad por bandera
y un sólo alma detrás…
Si no estoy loco, ¿por qué se descontrola este volcán que soy?
Mi cuerpo ya no tiene la inteligencia del tuyo, nadie me conoce, ni esa mujer
que persigue mis uñas y camina ebria de mi sangre…
Si sólo hago el amor como un asesino, ¿quién hay debajo?
El terror de mi cama es el goce borroso de tu ausencia, de tu fe, de tu tiempo…
Bailemos hasta que nos llame el reino de la muerte,
y no temas, la distancia del peligro nos hará cambiar.
Me voy, y no me duele, ya no… Nunca más.