if i had a heart

i’d give it to you

wrapped as a present in a fist of blood...

...that’s what i dream

when i dream

about you

what is there to know?

"that's life", they say "that's how it is"
people come and go, you just have to keep on going
but every person that comes inside me leaves with a piece of my flesh
and i'm weary
i don't want to be made of pieces anymore
of memories
of someone who came and left
i don't want to look inside myself; i'm afraid to find they haven't left anything behind
only scraps of what i used to be

he knew it; deep inside he knew it
doors would never be completely closed, no matter how hard he tried
she was caged in a room with walls on all sides and, even so,
light was coming out... there would never be complete darkness

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ahora colecciono fragmentos de mi vida para ti,
mi pequeña habitante
antes he invitado a que se pierdan en mis calles
que se escondan en los callejones
que jueguen, a fin de cuentas, en este laberinto

pero saberse perdido produce una cierta sensación de vértigo
yo sólo puedo enseñártela…
que quieras compartirla conmigo,
dar vueltas y vueltas… hasta caer borrachos,
depende de ti
bajo mi sonrisa, que tanto te gusta, debes saber leer muy bien
“abandone toda esperanza, aquel que aquí entre”

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demons live inside me
mostly they like to watch, they are among the most beautiful enthusiasts of voyeurism
but, from time to time, they like to go out and amuse themselves
they are into bathing in someone else's blood
they are into sucking someone else's odds and ends
they are into a lot of things i don't like to tell
because i like to do them myself

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in time blood doesn't hurt
it dries and sticks like any other stain
it's red beauty long gone
exactly like what i used to be
exactly like what I'm now

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is it me, in tiny places?
why don't just fade away, peacefully
blown by the wind with no direction
no other drive but the movement itself
drifting in waves of blind intention