Just Humans Beings
We, just human beings, always failing
alway rate a rats
wanting that we musn't want
all faltering, all feigning.
My hand that sustain this pencil
tomorrow
will be just a piece of memories
smokes
tokens without senses
Let us kill us ourselves
too much cry without hear nothing
but nothing!
Always wanting the no being
or building it
and calling it pleasures
But please, my God
Talk to me or let me die
give, for once, what I want:
Happiness, happinnes from this world
so full of pains
under your heaven
or the understandable beauty
of the world that every day
you create
My repetannce is sincere,
and you love me
despise of this:
I am a coward and you know that.
In this write I have been unravelling my selfishness
like a loved worm.
