The truth is I’m broken even more
I’m close to it
That breaking point of no return
And I know you wouldn’t , couldn’t care,
Even if you tried.
Who was I kidding?
Thinking things were special.
We live with our monsters
We feed them.
We caged them only to let them breathe a little,
to give them hope before ensalving them once again.
Because we feed on their anger and pain
And grow better knowing their passion keeps us alive.
No more bullshit my friend or ex friend or whatever you are.
Fairy tales for little girls
And life is a sentence
Craved with gore and glory.
Cheers. Que Sara.