POESÍA MAQUIAVÉLICA
Blake (España)
Machiavellian Poetry
I start to sing
I start to cry
I start to look at nothing
I start to sing
I start to cry
I start to look at nothing
Look however you want, but look at how I am
In life a shit, a truth that I am not
In the war of oneself I never lose, but I die
Practicing occultism with my shadow, and what do I expect
Your image comes behind me
In the name of the father, what have I done
I have lost my heart, in fact
If they find it for me, let them hang it from a ceiling
Let it die, let it suffer, let it cry, out
Never come back
I'm crazy, I feel terrible
Go see a doctor if you don't believe me
Much more consumptive and psychotic
Fu-fu-fuck, everything bores me now
I used to have a life, not anymore
A beautiful love story
Now I go from my house to the concert
And wake up in Valencia, in Madrid, or in the middle of nowhere
What am I doing here?
It seems like I lost everything
But like this, it flew away
And in the blink of an eye, it died
Who will look at these red eyes
Without first drying them and asking myself how are you?
I don't lie, it hurts, and more and more
I feel like I'm dying, but I live being unwell
Who will look at these red eyes
Without first drying them and asking myself how are you?
I don't lie, it hurts, and more and more
I feel like I'm dying, but I live being unwell
Look, a rope, a beam, to hell
Close, very close, to eternal life and the door
I-I-I have ghosts dancing the dance
Of death like Indians in prosperity
Something tells me you don't advance, you stagnate, and you love it
Complicate yourself, who tells you
Ignore yourself?, shut up and go
You make art, you are needed
You are BLK, you are not standard
I know that already! Ugh, how annoying damn it
I don't want to see (see), smell (smell), hear (hear), or be
I want my life, their eyes, to touch their skin
Not this lie where I grab
And for being me, I can do whatever I want
Don't you see? I don't see
What blinds power
That I guide by instinct and I don't paint anything, I know
Why do I shout? Nobody listens
And who the hell is going to be there?
Why do I shout? Nobody listens
(Knock-knock) Who is it?
I am what you have lost, screw yourself and dance with me
The dance of death or shoot yourself
I assimilate that I may come out of the mud
Although I have so much left that I start to connect threads
I loved you, I love you, I will love you
Until one plus one turns out odd for me
Don't pay much attention to me, okay?
I'm a lost case like a sea without salts
Sun without light
Crucifixion without cross
It happens to me for going to the moon
And wanting blue sky
I'm broken, and I hurt
I seem like glass
I'm crazy, I don't deceive myself
I seem normal
I'm broken, and I hurt
I seem like glass
I'm crazy, I don't deceive myself
I seem normal
Who will look at these red eyes
Without first drying them and asking myself how are you?
I don't lie, it hurts, and more and more
I feel like I'm dying, but I live being unwell
Who will look at these red eyes
Without first drying them and asking myself how are you?
I don't lie, it hurts, and more and more
I feel like I'm dying, but I live being unwell
I start to sing
I start to cry
I start to look at nothing
I start to sing
I start to cry
I start to look at nothing
