a septiembre night

A decir verdad no me sentía parte de ellos, yet i knew we had many things in common. Me encarcelaban los pensamientos: lo que había que hacer, lo que había que ser, lo que había que saber, but what about me? i felt disgusted when i saw one of them on a street, dirty smiles, disgusting desires, they all weren’t even children, they were worms. A media voz escuchaba mi propia voz, la pobre solía ahogarse, pero cual anima immortal, regresaba ella sagaz y con más vida que nunca para no dejarme morir entre las voces de los muertos. and a child’s voice can be quite weak, it’s just one more brick in Babylon’s filth,,, how to save it? how to survive? how to be a man, Fridrich? A decir verdad no me sentía parte de ellos, yet i knew we had many things in common. ¿Por qué entonces la pureza del desprecio si eran yo? who picks to be who they fuckin’ are? i never did. and i have their red red blood all over my me, their blood & their memories, & their so-called wisdom, & their moods, & their manners, & their traumas, & their skins, & their bloody VOICES

Themonochromeman

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