~ ..la Volpe Funambola ammazzaprincipi.. ~
~ Fragile ~

"...Sometimes it feels it would be easier to fall
than to flutter in the air with these wings so weak and torn..."

Original Blog -> Nepenthe


- EviLfloWeR -

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"Do asilo dentro di me come a un nemico che temo d’offendere,
un cuore eccessivamente spontaneo
che sente tutto ciò che sogno come se fosse reale;
che accompagna col piede la melodia
delle canzoni che il mio pensiero canta,
tristi canzoni, come le strade strette quando piove.
"

- F. Pessoa -

~ REMEDY LANE ~

- We’re going nowhere...All the way to nowhere –



"Forse sono l’uomo con le leggendarie quattro mani
Per toccare, per curare, implorare e strangolare.
Ma io non so chi sono,
e tu ancora non sai chi sono..."

F. R.

mercoledì 8 marzo 2017

Anesthesia




Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
'cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair

Did one say so cruel: "'Tis better to love than lose"
Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar

Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared

I don't need love

Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser

World reknowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia 

...and I don't feel... Anything. 



* * *

Ricorrenze.
La voragine attende silenziosa. Oblio profondo, grida senza risposta.
La verità è che non c'è una ragione, non c'è mai stata.
Nessun filtro, oltre il punto di non ritorno.
Senza alcun ragionevole limite l'oscurità inghiotte i brandelli di ogni certezza.
Liar.
Non ho più paura. Non sento niente.

* * *



I Pain of Salvation sanno sempre come darmi la canzone giusta nel momento giusto.

I still smell of sweat
Still the scent of my giving in
Try to feel regret
But I want it to stay on my skin

I still fantasize
Close my eyes to be wrong again
Still those fuck-me eyes
As I'm licking the palm of my hand

How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine

How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine

I still smell of sex
Still her taste on my fingertips
Try to feel remorse
But it's hard with her wet on my lips

How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine

How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And all I do seems meaningless
And I am not mine

I need something of my own
Something with a locked door
A room just for me alone
Something that I can control

I need something of my own
I need something cutting to the bone
I need something that is mine
If that must be guilt, then fine

(How the hell)
I wanted something nice, but fine
This guilt is a hole but it's mine
I wanted something nice
This guilt is a hole but it's mine!


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