I should be able to write happy songs now
Inspired by the happy people I'm making my life with right now
I should be able to rewrite our destiny now
Making it a whole new exposition of why I sound different now
Truth is that the only words in my mind are the devil's ones
And i wish I could do better to please all my caring ones
Cause they're counting on me sure I'm the only one
Who can save us from that damn hell, cause I'm Lucy's one
They put their life between my hands but I sold myself to the devil
I'm going through hell, I ain't afraid anymore of facin the devil
He's sort of a great friend of mine now that I'm having dinner with the devil
turning into his Cerberus I'm losin faith in me, my heart belongs to the devil
Something in me doesn't want to change, something doesn't want me to me happy
I can be kind I can be brave but in the end I'm always that unhappy
Looking straight up at the sun without glasses, burning my eyes and still unhappy
A knife in my hand, my blood on the floor how disappointed to see that I'm still not happy
If dying's not the point why should I be improving myself ?
If staying right there is the curse, why should I still fight for myself ?
Flames in my throat I'm ok with losing with myself
But you want me to stay, right, you want me just for yourself
How selfish I am to only have thought of leaving you
I know that life is tough and I'm getting crazy, but I can't lose you
Everything's getting deeper since I reborn, but I'll be good to you
Tell me your dreams and I'll show my nightmares to you.
Write your will on my back, with blood red ink to memorize it
I'll be your will, the proof that you had been a part of it
When you'll be gone, I'll still stand, looking right in it
Cause I'm Lucy's one and I won't die in it.
The sun will rise but you won't stand again
That down is your funeral and I'm alone again
An eternity of sadness and I won't feel happy again
But at least I knew you and someday we will find each other again
Soon enough I'll go back to the darkness I've always been a part of
Lucy's here, smiling and giggling at my heart which's ripped off
He made me sat on his throne of thorns and my light turned off
Cause I needed you once but now you're nothing except and empty bag of flesh I was fond of.
YOU ARE READING
Losing to Myself
Poesía"no one knows how it is in your head and no one cares of it anyway you should be scared, just scream away I'd rip your heart out and lick my nails" short poems about fighting, winning and losing against our fears, our feels, ourselves.
