25 LINES OF JITTERS
2/23/09
Souls faiting everytime I wake
and the black room wont let me stay
something hollow in the shape of a ghost
There's nothing red,
I can't bleed and I'm not dead
clouds are far away
dead ropes holding my way
I can't miss what is not there
the wind is rotten and smells.
A pinch of a gleam
follows my guts
and an endless smile shines across
the territory of unheard glanzes
and all the sparks cutting the heart,
there's nothing gray
can't stop shining and I'm dead
laughing all over until it hurts
sideways of the soul.
the meantime is kept in a little pocket inside my pants
I've never felt so smart and I've never been so dumb
A black room
these are the worst days of my life
A shimmy light
these are the best days of my life
The jitters, oh my jitters... forever now.
ESTE POST ES PARA MI.
DE LO QUE ANDAS PASANDO AHI EN EL HOSPITAL Y CONMIGO.
NO?
ALGO ASI.
EL OTRO DIA ME EXPLICASTE QUE ERA JITTERS EN DORMIDO. MAS HUECO. NI ME ACUERDO QUE TE INVENTASTE.
FOREVER NOW.
BESITO.
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