Life is never easy for those who dream, those ones with strong emotions, those with a big heart.
Life seems so easy for fools. Beautiful fools.
I'm lying in bed now, unable to get up. I'm trying to find a reason to get off the bed and stand up on my feet but what awaits me outside my room? The world has gone too far, seen too much, been too harsh.. for me.. and for you too. On the days like these no matter how hard I try I see no motivation to go out there and be a member of a society. All I need is a cup of sweet milky chai, warmth under the covers, my notebook and a pen. I'm satisfied.
Black Worms
Days when my hair isn’t black enough
Desires developed into open sores
Glass of wine I longed for tastes so rough
Crowded and rowdy are streets and shores.
As for my breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I served myself with the black worms
With no intention of being slimmer
I go through this sick metamorphose.
Piercing my inside they found their way
Blood vessels turned into channels
Worms crawling slowly to my brain
Ever asphyxiating micro devils.
This medicine work as no placebo
Constantly eradicating my appetite
I designed this miserable alter ego
To orbit me like perpetual satellite.
Worms are inside my head like plague
Spreading melancholy I can’t ignore.
Turning everything bright into black
I can not become who I was before.
If dark clouds rise there comes the
rain
So begins the war between ego and self
There is no question who’s Abel, who’s Cain
A man always stands vis a vis himself.
