Dev by: Djoe

Decidí retrabajar este texto que no es rola ni poema, sino todo lo contrario. Siempre pensé que debía ser mucho más obscura, densa y literal a la forma en como me sentía cuando la escribí. Así que me clavé en la introspección, recordando esa tristeza que inundaba cada centímetro de mi ser, pude quitarme la taponeada y transmitir con más honestidad todos esos gloomy feelings de hace poquito más de un letaaargo año. La primera versión tenía mi concepto pero no sacaba nada, por ende no cumplía su función. Si quieren leerla está perdida aquí. Es impresionante ver la cantidad de cosas que cambian (en) nuestras vidas, y estoy orgullosa del amplio espectro que puedo llegar a sentir. Aunque dentro del enorme universo de sentimientos, además de hermosas estrellas, también haya profundos agujeros negros.
Keep it true

Infuriated to witness this bloodspilled soul
I kindly embraced ideas of rebirth,
pushed direct in second thoughts

Shouting wisdom in my cells told
that savage death was not
if dignified I could settle for

Fingerless truthseeking hands
checked the insides’ harshness
enraged my sight of opium fields
disappointed on feels oh so missed

I tiptoed through cutting edges
of all my cherished elder dreams,
were so hard not to step on top of,
they lied broken, became dust

And my ways are familiar not
I find myself reflecting
sandy fairest beach’s shores
that died sunken by outraged floods

Crushed, stiff, these marble eyes
turned to stone cold holes
after wasting oceans, being blinded
by underrated heartfelt love

Roughly I died, and had regret crushed
forced myself to learn, not yearn
sadist pretentions of being who I was not
thus creating life, and me becoming mould

Sometimes if am strong enough,
to look through those fierce black holes,
I see myself always resembling
an impotent sandy beach shore
or maybe even a broken bloodspilled soul

The marbles still waste surrounding oceans
continous walk and drown in outstanding floods
I was lead in opium fields, never revealed
daring to rebirth my savage death, for I let him kill

Yet to this day, comes distress
failure, on everlasting tries of breathing
once harmless edges cut my elder:
these deeply scarred & loving wrists

Ever since I ceased to exist
and ever since dust are my dreams

The savage death lies upon me
exhausted… awaits rebirth