I had a nightmare that’s at least ten years old today
Ten years ago, back when I prayed
That these horrific images would go away
There was a little girl who rounded a bed
Just barely covered her head, barely hope instead
The heavy pulse of the room consumed
My comfort, but I knew this land well
I chased her around the bed and she stood there
S T A R I N G A T M E
With a knowing grin
I blinked, a loud screech, opened eyes, terror pitch
And the girl had no head, skin became plastic
Another screech, another blink, she was reduced to shoes
Estoy roto y no puedo cambiar
Traté de cambiar, pero no gané la lucha penúltima
El dolor llegó a ser demasiado para mí
Aunque no tengo ningún patria,
Castellano será para siempre la lengua de mi corazón
Dentro de mi cuerpo roto, se encontrará
Lo que yo no encontraba:
La esperanza que había perdida
Tell me what you do, when hope has been beaten from your bones
When your world falls apart and you can’t heal fast enough
I drank a bottled coke, cooled from the New York winter
I relaxed, I accepted my weakness
Then I jumped
I am dead, so two nightmares ended today