I must find a place where to bury my fury… where to give out my sadness…
I cannot take them with me… they are fire tongues…
bites of predators looking for food in the emotions… until devouring us.
It does not stop to surprise me the hard that life can get to be;
Sometimes one is not the sufficiently strong to support it and you can find
yourself like cached in a suffocating gray bubble… that shows to you
That there is only a thin line, a space that separates you from madness
or death… Then, I wish you can find out when you are in the threshold;
So then you can, to go back down in time… or to die peacefully.
I cannot take them with me… they are fire tongues…
bites of predators looking for food in the emotions… until devouring us.
It does not stop to surprise me the hard that life can get to be;
Sometimes one is not the sufficiently strong to support it and you can find
yourself like cached in a suffocating gray bubble… that shows to you
That there is only a thin line, a space that separates you from madness
or death… Then, I wish you can find out when you are in the threshold;
So then you can, to go back down in time… or to die peacefully.
One Limit
