sábado, 25 de março de 2017

Do not cling to me,
I might want to stay.
I can wish for your arms again,
Your false words spoken in the dark.
Do not cling to me,
I'm frail, I might want to run away.
I can desire the love that does not exist,
I can among the ashes of my existence want to rise again.
Do not cling to me, I do not exist,
Between dimensions I am an illusion.
Do not cling to my cigarettes, to the swearing I spit.
Do not say you like it,
A meaningless lie.
Do not cling to me, for between bottles of cheap wine I drown,
Between shadows and circle lights, in the undergrounds of hell,
  In the sweet clouds of the sky.
I no longer cling to the dream of one day feeling the heat.
My mouth shut, my eyes hiding.
Do not cling to me.

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