I'm torn
I'm two different continents
Shaken up
Placed in opposite hemispheres
North and South
Magnectic poles
- that will never mix,
but cannot exist separately.
I was cursed
even before I was born
when I was still useless matter
spirit, energy
whatever you choose to believe in.
I believe nothing
I have no God
or gods
or priests,
but still God insisted
to believe in me.
And the devil won't leave me
Alone:
that's the only real thing that I
AM, though.
Solitude
is (not) what I chose to believe in.
It's what I was made of
Darkness.
I wasn't born in the dark
I was brought to light
raised in love
within and
amidst and
inspite of it.
Because love hasn't brought me
anything but desperation.
Endless need, thrist, hunger
and fire.
That only seek to consume me.
Because of this unsurmountable pain,
I will either eat you all alive
to defend myself,
or you'll leave me to the crowes.
My bleeding open wounds,
my meaningless limbs,
that love and God and the devil
and light and darkness
and north and south
and my dirty latin-american blood
ripped apart.
But they can still crawl,
trying to fix myself together
and be wholesome.
Because I refuse to believe
that I can't escape this curse,
this only unconstestable truth.
That I am
Loneliness
(Ain't I?)