Confessions Of a Quiet Mind

You know it from beginning

(you like to choke in silence)

You know it from the start

You know it since it all became alive

Filthy son of need

Come on and show your blood

You know it

You like to expose your wounds

You know how good is to show a skin

Ripped of from lies

But you can't do it again

And you won't do it again

You are not wrong

I don't suffer from sadness but from limberness

Yet i am harrassed by the question

As any other person that melts in true pains

Don't blame me for being aware

I am not denying the weeping

I am just too anguish to fall

My idleness is not an escape

But a consequence

I am tired yet in love

I have touched life

I have licked the hidden places

I have spit on her

As she has spit on me

But she is no longer attractive

So i have betrayed her for silence

For his skin is just skin

And not the surface of the thruth

I am so tired of dwelling

I am so tired to realize that is not about the end

But about the search

The only string in which i hang in life

Is the taste i find in suffering

So let me rise a dirty cult

To the shine of the neverending enquiry

To this, i have determined myself to stay quiet

And perhaps to smile once in awhile

I will contemplate the day

And not its possibility

Move my feet a little

And be amazed by my toes

I don't want to be great

I just want to be beautiful

Yet, i am conscious of my choice

Thus i won't be released by my thoughts

I guess i will have to laugh more often