bad purpose from inside.
A sense of real madness.
A cold shoot from Mexico.
Angels pointing my skull,
naked, empty, without life.
Make me a tattoo with your nails.
Wake me up like you know.
Like I need.
Rusted apple falling down,
ribs without life, with no name,
Kain's jaw for Abel's head.
No guardian for us, no heaven.
Then I write on a wall:
Darkness is not so bad.
Broken smiles bitting me,
unchained horses looking for me.
No one will found my skull.
But I still admire your smile.
Because I want it by my side.
Everyday, every second, every step.
That's why I want you from now.
Don't ask me why.
Because I'm not sure at all.
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| Aleks Ginsberg "Cruzando Castilla" |
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