Hibrido

Because there are candles that go out with the wind
And others, on the contrary, with their strength, send my ship to port
There are those who hit, and there are those who pay
While I put out the pegs that cling to the uncertain
Their shadow left me more than one message in the mirror
And a red lipstick soaked me with feelings
Like the incense was consuming my being
Until falling into the misery of hysteria and courtship
Well-being dances from afar and pairs up while she feeds
Off my complaints and laments, I leave in her hands the foundations of my faith
I fell apart inside, the intention is what counts
It grows with the help of the mist of my doubts, and it hits with the echo
Inside dry lagoons, embraced by chaos, it does not comfort the ideas
I live on the edge of a stone carved by the Aztecs, shh
There is only silence, a distancing from what I witness and feel
It sentenced me, convinced me at my discretion without any choice
And so was my reaction to her change of posture
Inner voice suffers from aphonia, fear did not hear it, faith fled far from hatred and resentment
In that situation, rejection was born, what a mania
In cold blood, it shot her in the heart
She no longer breathes, I want to get out of here
And from the lifeless one I served as a mannequin
Without you, there is no me, only lies
I traded my smile for this false ability
And time passes and weighs, subtracting life points
It touches my veins with the bow of a violin but they do not bleed
Plucks each vein with fingers, a prisoner of fear, but far from Paris
My howls of sadness turned into words
The water lily floats in the murky sea of condolences, says kiss me
Victim of neglect, and she does not listen to me
She accuses me of being weak or feverish, facing the excuse that haste
Imprisons me on paper, it is my fight, gray, like a text by Nietzsche
Today without being, a living being, servant of the sad one
Fame streets call it holy wood
I have a lump in my throat that persists against me

I dance to the beat of its beats, the hybrid
Fusion of the sought, the found, and the lost today
On a feather, at the mercy of the wind
Undoing the seams of what they think I am

Remains the stitching of an adult indigent
Mutant of social insult that absent agrees
Instantly, fruit of an inconvenience, stops negotiating life
Granting them death, decomposition in aura composition
Bad emotion is punished with the soul, like a cage
A debt without a pattern, mistreatment and atrocious bad time
At the hands of its guardian angel
It's the 23 top secret, my obsession, pressure to want to be
Which boils down to frustration, you see, verses that would be left over
I challenge the heart, without reason or worth, don't you believe it
They say you don't talk to me, you argue, be quiet
Hit mute, I can't stand being yelled at
I've heard you, don't irritate me, everything here has repercussions
I just ask you to avoid it, that's why we're friends
Wandering disciple, of a piercing mistake, for not thinking before
That life goes on, I lived in the moment, until it was late
And I had to get used to living like everyone else
No more from the mess to commitment, if commitment is a mess
No, I give you permission, I am my own, and you are yours
Except when I smile, while sealing the envelope of tenderness I send you
Poor in goods, rich in emotions, they gain a thousand options
When they appreciate what they have, there are a thousand opinions
But tell me where they come from, some entertain themselves by cordoning off conclusions
They are immune, a mix of black and ocher, me child versus man
With common habits and vulnerable, like the CO2 of a tunnel
I am guilty, of not loving anyone like I love my mother

I dance to the beat of its beats, the hybrid
Fusion of the sought, the found, and the lost today
On a feather, at the mercy of the wind
Undoing the seams of what they think I am

This is just a small journey through the frontal lobe of my brain
Where emotions, the engine, personality, and reasoning reside
Each person is a world, but it's hard for the world not to affect the person
This is called the hybrid, a mix of white, black, and ocher, of what I found
And what I lost... yeah