save the drama for your mama

been here already

fells like it has been thousands of years though
the scars are still engraved in my hands
so why do I sense this feeling of strangeness?

I've been drawn into these mere gimmicks of personalities, characters in my life that keeps showing always in the right time but never for the right amount of it.

You can see me falling, but you will never see me crawling back. I call back this threat so there's a place somewhere in which I can feel I'm home.

But, how would this ever happen, if one thing I'm sure is that home is not where I lay, nor where I rest, where I dream... home is where you are.

An evening with El Diablo

High
Upon you
You display good traits though few
We've found time alone will tell
This disease keeps holding me down

Try to run
When near sleep
To imagine us away
He said "Come fly around my hell
and know this you seem to be
Too scared to run
Too scared to run
Too scared to run
Too scared"

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies, you're much more than just human

I was high
Upon you
Til the shadows began to crawl
Some say you can never know
Just how far down
This beast has come

Too scared to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies, are much more than just human

//

Sound...
...be of song, poem, conversation, spoken promise.
Dispel the pain...
be there for me, for only one moment.