Category: Sins

Rectifier

4/21/2013

Revolutionize my position on this life,
amend my mistakes through cleansing
of my soul and make this a reform
so I may stop deteriorating—am I yours?

Rescue me, I’ve changed—I’ve altered this
perception of life through the eyes of angels,
degenerated without self-preservation
so I may renew this condition—am I here?

Reconstructed this discernment, my ability to mediate
these decisions that rule my life: it’s been corrected
because mistakes need to be erased
so I may be reborn—am I salvation?

Remedy is my improvement, change is needed
to occur so I can be rebuilt from head to toe,
settled is my judgment upon this earth
so I may repair the ruins that lie here—am I allowed?

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Cocaine

4/21/2013

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The song, the drug,
The mood-changer, the life-taker

The powder, the whiteness,
The inhaled, the addiction

The good hit, the bad hit
The money-maker, the family-taker

The destroyer, the pass-it-around-friends
The loved one, the hated one

The divorce-giver, the conflict-creator
The lie, the cover-up

The illegal, the crime
The hang-out, the take-it-out

The Scarface, the power
The perfect friend.

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Melancholia

4/21/2013

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Loud.
Those horns calling out to me,
melody rings in my ears as I stand still
listening attentively, waiting.
It’s time to go.

Rubber touches dirt, sinking and leaving craters on the earth
now scarred but I hear no complaints,
tripping over hard steel I reconsider as something below me vibrates--
that sound… the horns again.
It’s coming.

As my feet move forward my mind goes elsewhere,
her face appears next to me;
a blurry image of her beauty
and then I feel it.

The ground below me is shaking.
Her smile vanishes into thin air.
I notice I’ve kept walking--
I am now further away from where I started.
In that moment,
I hear it.

Those horns once more
like trumpets from an orchestra
calling out seeking a response,
but my mind ignores them.
Reality is punctured by memory yet again.

She reappears walking beside me.
She holds out her hand reaching,
mouthing words I cannot make out,
confused, I stare at her.
So she screams.

Intensified by the horns her voice becomes distorted,
loud and deafening it’s now pure noise.
I reach out to her but her body turns to
ash, I wasn’t quick enough.
I’m sorry.

My instant response is a mirror image,
opening widely my jaw stretches
but only a gasp covers the air.
And then the horns.
Those blasted horns.

I feel my stomach drop at the sight of her,
a sick feeling engulfs me.
Noticing the wind carrying away the dust
I realize how further away my feet have carried me.
Reality.

But it doesn’t stop.
It keeps coming faster,
the horns become a reminder that--
she’s not here—I still want her.
Then it hits me.

Eyes open slowly and a bright light is upon me;
realization that I’m awake is presented.
“Ash…” I whisper.
I can still hear the horns.

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Pesadillas

4/21/2013

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Hit the light switch, jump in bed
hope tonight the angels watch you from above,
without her next to you there lies only a void,
pray to Dios, but have nightmares instead.

Wish you didn’t remember that pesadilla,
but the man with the knife te acuchilla,
so run through the halls of your dream,
as you watch blood chase down the stream.

Meet the goat-headed man in the middle,
shake his hand and avoid his glass eye,
will you be able to solve his riddle?
Try to run but you can only comply.

For in this world of sueños,
only nosotros somos los dueños,
but with no control over the outcome,
you are chased by demons you can’t outrun.

Try and wake up, but to no avail,
the longer you run the deeper the fear,
run out of breath and forget to inhale,
you can’t outrun the devil, he’ll always appear.

And when you wake up, drenched in sweat,
you’ll remember the sins you cannot forget.

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My name is Francisco, you can call me Zisco.

Endings are hard, but in reality, nothing ever ends, does it?

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