terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2012

It Would Be A Great Idea Running Away To Mexico

Lately, I've been down
And forced to accept,
Swallow and smile to
All this crap around me

Lately, I've been sworn
To some wills
And words
I never said

Lately, I've been full
Of life, being it reality or
Mind fabrications

Although, those are the only things
That separate me from Death
If you add them to words that feed,
Nachos and bottles of tequila...