Haven´t thought of it since 6 years ago. That monster that used to live within me is back. A spark, that would be it. I see it differently now anyway. The floor turns red, no more pain. Childhood’s gone and life doesn’t seem to get any better. I can see just the little things that they say are worth living. What for? What about the great things? What about love and changing the world? Not for me, I guess. And I go back to black, or red. What the fuck is wrong with all this? Who am I? Why am I less? “If only hearts didn’t have to fall”, right? But that answer is not enough. Why should I be scared? After all it’s just another step and, come what may, it can’t be worse than this. In some minutes, it will be decided: should I fall or be my own saviour?
“Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive”.
“Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive”.
