Wednesday, March 02, 2005


You're there.
You're there to make the diference.
You're there to let me breath.
You're there so I can look at you. Touch you. Smell you and see that you're alive.
Get out of there.
The diference annoys me.
Make me sad.
Let me die.
My eyes burn. My fingers too. You stink like a corpse.
I don't endure to look at you anymore.
You're nothing, but make the diference.
You're the only one that I didn't hope to find.
You're the only corpse that still isn't dead.
Don't ask me.
I've forgotten the answers, or maybe, I haven't even learned them to answer.
You make me bleed.
You make me feel sick.
You make me feel like this. Just like you. Like a corpse.
That corpse who burned on the flams of my fingers.
That corpse who doesn't matter anymore.
That one that isn't 'the who', but 'the thing'.
That thing that still smells you.
Still breathes.
Still is happy.
Still annoys.
Still wants to be sad.
Wants to die. That still bleeds.
The one that didn't learn. That doesn't burn anymore.
You're still there.
All of this annoys me.
You annoy me.
You're still there, doing all of this.
But staying there is just more something that you do.
I didn't save you.
I'm sorry.
But corpses don't walk, don't save, don't breathe.
I'm already one of them.
Do you want to unit to me?
I recomend you don't. It hurts. Hurts a lot.
Save me.
I do need help now.
Stamp my blood.
I've figured out that I'm not dead yet.
Take me with you.
Take me to a place where I can be happy, I can breathe.
Where I can look at you. Touch you. And smell you.
Your scent that ressucitates me.
I've figured out that only you can take me away from here.
To cure my disease.
Figured out that only you can stamp my blood and make me live.
Only you can do anything for me.
Only you can love me.
I've figured out that all of this is because I love you.
But keep there.
Now it's just more something that you do.
Being here is just more something that I do.
Don't hide from me.
Don't be afraid.
I know.
I know that you're there.
I know that because I love you.
And loving you is just more something that I do.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

It won't be the way I wanted
I was blind
I wasn't the victim
I scare her...
I've just realised
That I am the monster
I've always been
Why couldn't I see?
I wasn't really happy
It was fake
It's so hurts
I'm empty
I'm not right
Happiness is gone with hope
Sadness brings the tears
What can I do now?
She's afraid but I can't hold her
Should I find my light
Or keep myself in the dark?

Saturday, October 23, 2004


The horizon there
Farther away
The reason to I stay here?
I'm scared of what's waiting for me

What's is wating for me?

Am I happy?

I've fallen
Fallen in love
Ouch! It hurts

I miss something
The sadness

Loneliness is good
So, I don't want it

I can run
Run to you

I can kill myself
Or kill you

I can be happy
But I don't want to

I've ran
Ran to you

I won't kill myself
I won't kill you

I'll not be happy
'Cause I want you

You make me cry
And that's what I really want to do

Monday, October 11, 2004

What can I post

Ok...let's get it started
I don't know what to write.
Oh! I almost forgot to tell... my english is preeety bad. So, if you find some error, please, forgive me.
I created this blog just to write unimportant things. Unimportant like me. I'll call it 'The thing', right?
Soooo...welcome to my new 'Thing'!!!


i'm working on this thing yet.