Process it.

So you don't trust yourself

Big deal

No one does

No one looks at the reflection and thinks

"Fuck I am so good at life, guess I will just be happy with how I am and start kicking some ass"

NO

Fuck that

You are you.

Do you need something else?

Do you need a fucking pair of wings? A couple of goddamn antlers stuck in your head?

Why can't you realize we are meant to be this way

WE ARE MEANT TO BE IMPERFECT

And what's the point in fucking taking care of your existence

If you are shredding your own arms apart just for the heck of it

For once in your life

Open them

Stop staying in the surface

You ARE being superficial

Open them eyes

Open the mind

And close your open mouth

All you need

Is you

Fuck those shitty needs your so called "brain" is heeding

They are playing with your mind and you don't even realize it is just as they want it to be

Because they live on making people unhappy

And if you let them win

Then I'll just end up becoming like you

And the metamorphosis already started

Molten Monuments

My eyes spit bullets
From my back eyes are carved
With my skull bludgeoned
My vision is blackened

The concrete delivers the slam
As it was expected
Stay low
Lay down
The road is still there for when you want to take it
Just take your time
No one is following

No one is following
Not just yet.

Recoil

A little heads up;
that little thing I wasn't supossed to do or else?
you just did.
and I allowed it.

besides feeling stupid,
I got nothing back


Fuck karma.

Composure, because even though we have been destroying the planet selfishly thinking only about us and maybe it will never be the same since our intervention, I like to think that maybe we will stop ravaging the earth itself and the enviroment, and that mother nature will take it's course. But there's also that deep feeling of sorrow which overcomes when you realize how everything humanity conquered, crumbles, and the fact of watching how our every step taken vanishes leaving no trail, even though it'd be quite pleasant to behold ditches colapse into oblivion and towers falling to pieces.

Unhealed

What's the whole point on wrapping the wound
When you don't intend to get over it?
To look back one day, and feel proud of having surpased that shadow

What's the point in just spreading the blood with your nails
As it slowly goes deeper
When you should pour confidence over it?

You've been through a lot
But you're not alone
And you're better than what you think


Lives are understimated
Just keep walking