I feel like

I feel like I am being watched and judged

I feel like I can't hide it anymore

I feel like running about something

I will never reach

I feel like not being here

like this life is wrong

and that it will never end

I feel like life will end

crumbling on top of you and me

like knowing some half told lies

with a bad taste and pissed off mood.

 


From the mind of Cogliostro

I don't get mad, I get even

I don't get mad, I get even

I don't want to get mad

but I usually do

there is always something

that drives me to the edge

that pushes the right buttons

there is always a reason to get mad

I just wish I didn't

To get even, such a hard thing to do

it is the hardest thing

it is not mine, but I want it so

I dream and wander in thoughts

and schemes on that idea

but I hardly do so and even then

it is not how I like it to

but

I don't get mad, I get even

 

From the mind of Cogliostro

NOTHING

As I feel myself walking out the cave

As I fell myself walking out the shame

I can't help to think if the path is ok

The limits and the barriers

we have set them ourselves

we have only us to blame

As I write to myself in blame

As I think to myself this day

I sense a senseless moment

If only I could remain this way

the laughter and the looks are gone

the grins and the leers have come

the song is no more bit a dream that stayed

As I am true/false with myself

As I can agree/disagree with myself

Words escape my hand,

only to allow me to stay the same

I see now without eyes

I feel now without skin

I am deaf and mute

I am without smell

what I am is gone

what I am is no more

Learn this dear reader,

For I am the shame, the blame,

that was the same and stayed that way

NOTHING

From the mind of Cogliostro

thinking about a birthday

Today we approach a moment

a moment in life where doubts

anxiety and worries appear

it is not that...

Well, I really don't know what I think

but I do know, that as the date comes near

These thoughts become a part of me

a scrambled mind, a twister of ideas,

wishes, a never ending tornado of ignorance

What I want, what I need,
What I deserve, What I everything

The advantages of being able to disappear

of not being entirely there,

and being able to put everything aside,
It all has turned me into this mess

now life goes on, let's only hope for the best

From the mind of Cogliostro

net

            This is an imaginary net

                        filled with probabilities

with

chances

with moments

                                               this net

                                               is your

                                               house

this      net is your

doom

                                   this net is death

 



From the mind of Cogliostro

I have

Tengo sueño

tengo hambre

tengo deseos

tengo ansias

tengo un futuro

tengo esperanzas

te

tengo a ti

 


From the mind of Cogliostro