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Everything Has Gone Back to Normal

Everything has gone back to normal
And my blood it bleeds red
And how it aches
How it hurts.

Everything has gone back to normal
And my calls are not responded
All in a busy tone
All in a busy tone.

Everything has gone back to normal
And this silence is by my side
Greeting me with open arms
Greeting me again.

Everything has gone back to normal
And I feel like my usual self
So useless, so useless

The white empty space
A wide empty space
Nowhere to escape
I have awoken.

Everything has gone back to normal
The momentary happiness has passed away
Passed away
Passed away.

Everything has gone back to normal
Daydreaming seems so bliss
Like a bad joke
I don’t want to.

The wide empty space
Here in my chest
Here in my head
I was never completed.

Has gone back…
To normal…
Sigh… The End…?

(Written on: May 18, 2013)

IWBTI was born to embrace this
I was born to set it aside
I was born to dissect this
I was born to keep it inside
Yes, I was born to get raised by this
I was born to cut it on my skin
I was born to confront all of this
I was born to treat it like a sin…

Years are like knives stabbing in the back of my head
What should I say to the people I know are already dead?
I’m gonna waste this love like it is nothing and then regret it
I’m gonna carve on my arms all the lovely names I gave you.

I was born to run away from here
I was born to keep on waiting
I was born to feel only the fear
I was born to keep myself from breathing
Yes, I was born to be a humble man
I was born to be a complete liar
I was born to be able to understand
I was born to burn down in the fire…

Years are like razors slitting deep in my throat and through
What would I deny myself the reason to speak up the truth?
I’m gonna bite my tongue until it bleeds and I have swallowed
I’m gonna choke on the needs of having to break free from this cell.

I think I’ve found the place I belong, where I fit in
What should I do now with the amount of useless things?
I was born just to have my heart completely broken
What would you do when you fall in love with another?

A Journey to the Center of the Earth

A call have been casted from the walls
Can you hear it as it bounds through the hall?
An image like a mirage onto the mirrors
Through the looking glass I can’t see any clearer.

A shadow have stretched from my own
Can you feel it as it stares at you while you sleep?
A white light blinding me from the picture
A half made body trapped in a state of the living.

The dogs bark at me as I press on these words
Tracing the blood I dripped in exchange for the key
The girl with the scarlet dagger waiting by the door
Slitting the throat of the infants offered to owls.

Like clockwork, following time through the hole
Another vampire falling for sirens and snakes
To open the chest and torn down the seals
Freeing all of desires and the spirits confined.

The deep black water is on the rise
What was foretold has come to be
Enters the man with a peace offering
The number is up, the hour of reckoning.

A smile and a smirk suit for a prince
A flight to the skies, straight given to air
An eye in the sun, the triad, the glimpse
The darkest eclipse, the warmest of flares.

Right at the zenith of the six golden triangles
Sit all the architects of harpies and obelisks
Quoting lines of the Book of Forgotten Names
Hidden in rhythm, rhymes, symbols and sounds.

Unraveling Weapons in What Was Supposed to be the Mending End

All these things we never talked about
I’m gonna take them and shove them down your throat
Don’t fucking talk about letting live and letting go
You’re the one fucking wrapped around the string, on and on.

I don’t need to be told to “grow up and learn to forgive”
I’ve seen countless of forty something year olds yelling at the world
About how they never had what they wanted, never lived the way the wanted to live
You can call it ‘mid-life crisis’, I call it ‘getting it even with it all’.

All these emotions I’ve been harboring
I think it’s time to release them and give them to their mother
The one that gave them birth in my head
Cause you really took advantage and fucked me over like no other.

I don’t need being told “this is childish”, or “this is stupid”
It’s just a little dose of the poison that has been illing me for years now
I could go on and on giving examples about how double standard your comments are
You tell to go on, just as long as you’re not the one being down.

The thoughts in my head are not as dangerous as the atrocities you commit
The way you lie with a straight face, looking straight at people’s eyes makes me want to vomit
There’s not much to be said here that wouldn’t sound much like a complain
I hope you enjoy hurting the innocent ones, giving them pain along the way.

The Grim (To Commit)

I want to commit
Sell my soul
Whore my pride
Anything that is needed
To get further
To get on top.

I’d sell my convictions
If that would assure me a million dollar house
I want a million dollar car
Assure me the perfect life
With the perfect family
A million dollar kid and a million dollar spouse.

Behind it’s curtains
The devil lies
Love for money
We live in a lie
I’m hungry
For something
Most times
For food
Cause without any
You’re no one
You’ll have
No clothes
No bed
No living
Money rules the world
God doesn’t really exists
The big dollar sign rules us all!

I’d sell my convictions
If that would assure me the most perfect of lives
I want countless of followers
That would praise me
To always have everything
The perfect model kid and the perfect model wife.

Love doesn’t matter at all
All that matters is to survive from this world.

The Gate to Myself

I’ve been after you all of these years
Because I think you hold the secret long forgotten
I’ve been longing for you all these years
Because I think you have the answers to be spoken.

But you are lost
And you got me lost within
I refuse to be you
But how long to be reunited.

I’ve been after you all of these years
Trying to regain what was taken away from me
I’ve been longing for you all these years
Trying to remember what it was like to be me.

But you got lost
And you got me lost within
I deny being you
But how long to be reunited.

You stupid child
That allowed being hurt
So naïve and innocent
I learned to withstand the pain.

You stupid, foolish child
You allowed being tricked
All you trusted in love
Dictated the path for your death.

You got lost
And how sometimes I miss you
Take me with you
I don’t want to live in here anymore.

Take me with you
I don’t need this life anymore
Take me to where you are
Where your memory is safe from all the darkness and gore.


This is an English translation of a poem I wrote in Spanish.

The Road to Be Walked

Here in my tarnished cage
Smelling of urine and excrement
Here in my golden cage
With my secret banquet served
The night, it hurts
As the moon and the stars light up the sky; the heavens are glowing
How much he longs to return
To when he was feeling that pain in the flesh; to that mourning.

Here in my obscene verses
Semi-dark and so beautiful
It feels like resting on the breasts
Of a beautiful muse, it’s so comfortable
Oh, mother, how I miss being one of your children
Oh, father, how I long having a home to come to
I never imagined I would’ve become a foreigner
Of such things I always intended to hold on to.

Here in my royal King size bed
Sleeping like a baby in his crib
But the soul does not comply with what stated
It refuses to follow any rules, God forbid.
It won’t bow down before such majesty
It only bows down to gather all of its tears
But its eyes won’t look straight at the travesty
Admitting such grief; this, you’ll never hear.

There in its rusty cage
Full of dust, unsteadiness and parasites
There’s a certainty enraged
Groaning its complaints at the usual rites
This evening will be one of hurting
As the hours make fun at the end of the dawn
How it wishes to give up that waiting
To what was that feeling of bleeding, to hide its face against the pillow, to mourn.