There are some sort of envious beings who can barely be called men,
beings so pitifully nullified by themselves that the best option for
them would be to commit suicide in order to break free from their
vapid existences, the saddest part of it is that even after their
deaths nobody would never remember them and the world wouldn’t be
better nor worse, they are simply gray, unimportant men that are the
vivid image of the perfection in nothingness.
These little gray vermin are living in the shadows of everyday, to be
accurate they simply are the shadows of everyday, nothing but wraiths
looking for lives to live, but they have not the strength to live
those lives by their own will. They are fearful spirits anguished to
be crushed by the tremendous weight of the responsibility of taking
the reins of their own lives, thus they turn away from that
responsibility and decide to hide within the cracks of normal life,
looking out from their fearful rat eyes, gnawing their doldrums trying
to steal a crumb of others’ life, contenting themselves in the growth
of the crops of their dull silent hate, daily shitting a lame excuse
of a purpose to justify their existence, seldom spitting out their
verbal violence in a sort of an innocuous attack over the ones who
really have a life of their own, on those who dare to be different,
they vomit their hate specially on those who manage to be loved by
Oh shameful creature, do yourself a favour and enjoy the five O Clock
Tea with a spoonful of rodenticide,
Free yourself of your bored live!
This life is for the strong ones who dare to fight against their destiny.
There’s no room here for envious coward animals disguised in men clothes.
Ni muero ni vivo
simplemente errabundo en el olvido
No busques andante
la luz en el recuerdo
que sólo haces más sombrío tu camino.
Y de repente dudas de todo, pero mayormente de ti mismo.