Negative Sense

My head is my master
It is my enemy
My salvation
And punishment!

You distort my intentions
Pretending to be Ok
Smiling to the world
As you stab me from behind

The dreams are beautiful
And the way is long
It would be the worst defeat if you give up

Pure poison
I need patience
The blade is sensitive just like you
And it cuts me through its two sides

It is recent and the wounds won’t heal
Spots of blood on the skin
All the scars will have forms
And I will have a morbid comic book in my body
The art that exists is illegal here
And it is the same of a terror movie
The impurity makes a heart sick
Manipulated and chained by the laws of survive

So much optical illusion
So many closed eyes
The red of the passion
Is the same color of blood
And of all pain of the disillusion
Why exist the solution of your disturbed mind?

Your head isn’t a machine
To be controlled by others
There is not purity that makes you better
Because you don’t help yourself
And you live like a sick mind
That doesn’t understand the best way of living