Aquí tenemos un plus de Layla medio muerta (o sea, más avanzada la infección). Nótese la diferencia entre el dibujo y el background que yo no hice porque no me salía así que todo fue un gran copypasteo, como diría Dullbene. Y...
¿Memorias?
Life is
More than a dream,
or just that
And nothing else?
A ryme not intended to ryme,
Is it still poetry?
If so,
what would happen
If one day I wake up (to the world )
and open my eyes (to the world )
yet I discover (the world )
A nightmare, roving
A desire, trembling?
How to know, when in awakening
I see nothing ,
have I opened my eyes
or am I still sleeping
And I feel (to the world )
And I detect (the world )
Yet I dream (of the world )
That I am awake?
Leave me to sleep,
I want to dream
of this world.
Don't wake me up,
A fantasy
( mere, simple, hypocritical fantasy )
Seems seven times better.
Seven voices,
Seven wonders?
Seven faces dragging me under
Seven names that I can not holler
They do not leave me to dream,
They do not leave me alone,
And I wake (to the world )
I open my eyes (to the world )
And I discover (the world )
And I feel (the world )
And I detect (the world )
Yet I do not dream (of the world)
Harken!
A grotesque howl
Leaking out of my lungs
(I wish I was as free)
Halfway through the night
Hoping to leave...
Hoping to get rid...
Or just to dream again,
one last time,
for once more...
Demons!
Quit bawling inside my head!
More than a dream,
or just that
And nothing else?
A ryme not intended to ryme,
Is it still poetry?
If so,
what would happen
If one day I wake up (to the world )
and open my eyes (to the world )
yet I discover (the world )
A nightmare, roving
A desire, trembling?
How to know, when in awakening
I see nothing ,
have I opened my eyes
or am I still sleeping
And I feel (to the world )
And I detect (the world )
Yet I dream (of the world )
That I am awake?
Leave me to sleep,
I want to dream
of this world.
Don't wake me up,
A fantasy
( mere, simple, hypocritical fantasy )
Seems seven times better.
Seven voices,
Seven wonders?
Seven faces dragging me under
Seven names that I can not holler
They do not leave me to dream,
They do not leave me alone,
And I wake (to the world )
I open my eyes (to the world )
And I discover (the world )
And I feel (the world )
And I detect (the world )
Yet I do not dream (of the world)
Harken!
A grotesque howl
Leaking out of my lungs
(I wish I was as free)
Halfway through the night
Hoping to leave...
Hoping to get rid...
Or just to dream again,
one last time,
for once more...
Demons!
Quit bawling inside my head!
7 comentarios:
Ah, mi querida Layla
Pensar que jamás
podré explicar cuánto
te comprendo...
Beautiful.. brought tears to my eyes, relly... (and yknow that may only happen once in a blue moon)
Is that your Layla? Just that was enough for me to love her. May you let her know for me please?
Always too susceptible.. your so easily touched it sometimes freaks me out.. LOM, Layla loves you too.
It reminds me of something... may be one of those sick dreams or thoughts I've got so often.
I agree, i agree w/rumpelwhatever
If you can write in Japanese, you can write my nickname u.u
wtf not same jap is my native duuuh
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