Shatter Life

Another thing I just wrote recently and I'm afraid my computer might kill:

Lucy wake up,
you have work to do.
The things you want won't get themselves...

Lucy come on,
we don't have all day,
The things you crave can go away...

it comes to mind,
in a certain day,
that nothing she wants
she gets this way.

We start to think,
every different way.
Time we lost,
we won't get again.

Destroy every idea
destroy every clue
leave this world behind
and make a new.

Try to match the pieces,
but they won't fit in.
realize you don't want this,
you want to leave.

SHATTER LIFE
TO WHAT YOU KNOW
LIVE SOMETHING ELSE
AND THEN LET GO.
SHATTER LIFE,
SHATTERED SOUL
GET TO GRIPS
AND THEN LET GO.

Lucy started to think again,
and nothing made sense.
Her luggage is near the door
if the times comes,
don't think she'll use it anymore.

Self contained Prince

This is something I wrote a couple of days ago. I'm afraid of my computer pulling a fast one on me so, regardless of the fact that I need to edit it, I'll publish it.

As he lied in bed thinking of the things he said.
Excuses for self respect.
With no intention of showing the truth.
He lied in bed thinking to himself.
Guilty of having some notion of survival.

The stones hit hard,
as the blood ran down his forehead.
Center of attention, without it being his goal.
Looking for an exit, to live his life alone.

Trying to recover
The little pieces left behind.

Forgot his face,
forgot his name,
forgot his life.

Try to remember,
The little details he left behind.

No one understands it,
it's easier to blame than to give a hand.

He lied in bed thinking to himself:
Apologize to none,
one who does things right.
Apologizing for what he thought: guilt is just a fad.