Drowning in things unseen. Emotions.
You won’t see, it takes a minute to steal a heart
I don’t sleep, and not a word. Quiet mistakes
Hard, unforgettable, if you can’t see how can you feel
Time, wounds, full stops. Stop.
Rub salt in as I open my eyes
Eternal sleep comes when not beckoned. Sleep.
I have no use for this beating, this pulse is of no use
Keep holding on, strength. I Fail.
The end? When?
– Emotions of 10.11.11.
Work by Carlos Lascano > Notes On The Making Of.