I never showed my dogs any tricks that appear to please people I grew from a puppy to an adult, mind I sometimes patted her and she had the habit of using my feet as a pillow when I was watching TV. when she got older, she got a bit grumpy when I moved my feet. Today I watched how they killed Pablo Escobar, a drug trader a murderous gangster, all his costumers, live in the USA. As usual in this cases, someone else took over and it will continue and this how capitalism work. there is a hallowed family selling opium in large...
Words gentle knock on the mindís tide Pushing new salt on old wounds Currents that crash into the past In the rhythm of a serenity prayer Never fully free or †forgiven The tide breaks hard on old shells Making small splinters of yourself Always present, ready to cut, ready to hurt The words within the tideís knock Drag you beyond the horizon Or seat you safely on the shore To watch the sunset into your past The tide faithfully †comes regardless Always knocking on the shores of your mind
The monster inside, he says cruel words. ďIím nothing, you're worthlessĒ, it all hurts. I see you in the mirror, you are me, myself. Have I overdosed? Are you testing my stealth? Pull the trigger honey, letís play this game. If it goes off on my reflection, itís you Iíll blame.
I wonít take a stance to myself, it will go very wrong. Iím not game enough to sing the lyrics to that song. Itís already on replay, it scratches the needle in my arm. day by day, that demon holds death tightly in his palm.