Melancholic. Abandoned. Torment. Distrust. Accursed.
The unnamed will reckon me as a cliche type of style, a banality of theme and an outgrowth.. a predictable.
But you are all wrong.
'cause you couldn't fathom and appreciate me!
OF WHAT I'VE BEEN
OF WHAT I FEEL
OF WHAT I WANT
OF WHAT I SEE
OF WHAT I AM
I almost end my life. Being unlucky, fucking wailing
What I just wanted is that love and attention, but I didn't get it
I considered myself lifeless when she left us, beseeching
Nobody can mend this scar, lingering inside me... no love, benevolence
I am the reason of all.. a rare, special being that feel imprisoned, an execrable
Maybe you are now confused to what I am pertaining to, to what I am saying.
No one listens, so we cry
No one wants us, so we left
No one cares, so we benumbed
No one loves, so we repel
No one cure us, so we die
We are the product of everything above. People makes us forget who we are.
Keen, you will experience being a trash in someone's eyes
All you have to do is to cry then, fight again to what life throws you
Remember, everyone of us are protectors of our own selves
Nobody wants to be treated like a shit, like a damn nugatory
And now, can you guess, who am I?
We are all lost.. experienced fracture and dark past, being harassed, being forgotten, treated special but imprisoned
Through all of these, they save me.. us.
That's why as a token of defiance, we pledge our fealty to become one of them.
A hero, a devil.
La Guardiana.
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ActionBrace yourself. Clicking the "read" button is a rattrap.. a pitfall This is the La Guardiana's Captain speaking.. 0017, base in Europe.. España is the nexus. This will be a roller coaster, las personas. Don't make your emotion reign, what did I say...
