Míchel Lex

A Slow Death

Locked away in a box

A box with no human contact

The type of human contact 

I connect with in a different way

 

And if I leave I could die

But being stuck in the same place

Where days pass by slow

But a part of me already died

 

Nothing new

Nothing exciting 

Nowhere for my passion and motivation to be found

It\'s just a silent box where I’m forced to think

 

About the past, the future

And the forever feeling of loneliness

It doesn\'t matter how many people claim to be in my corner

To claim and actions are two different things