Maleable

They are not grimaces
It is a lack of letters
It's not my face
They are walking faces

That pass through my nerves
Reasons in captivity
I try to write them down
There are no words for it

I found her in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked
I found her knowing that
It would be better if I hadn't found her

My face manifests the extract of the abstract
From my mind a scribble that dislocates the gesture of my face
And as I scratch that guitar, persuading him to repair it
From this same face already so strange for for for

They point the finger at me
What they say created me
I found her in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked

I found her knowing that
It would be better if I hadn't found her
Well, an undefined face
Guilty of being the shadow of the lost world
Already malleable to whoever commands