Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Mad Season

I´m not a poet
This is not a poem
if all the rhymes fit
I´m sorry, don´t know them
I´m not a stiller
I´ve never been
Between Lover and Fighter
I called the extreme
And all that I´ve lived though
May brake down in tears
I ´m losing myself just
the more i feel fears
But this doesn´t bother
I´ll fight myself through
as a fighter and lover
Don´t know who I am, but I feel what to do

Cancerous ambition

Today I woke up
just felt like shit
sometimes we do feel so
sometimes thats just it
sometimes we don´t know why
we do feel this way
as if we were cancer
that stands in one´s way
that went to one´s brain
never left again