Heard the name in a stranger’s song,
Some said he was here, then gone.
Built of fire and second chances,
Left behind a trail of dances.

They say he smiled through aching bones,
Gave his light, though he walked alone.
Never asked for much, just peace,
But gave his blood so we’d be free.

He held the world with shattered hands,
Built his strength from sinking sand…

Joshua… they still whisper your name,
Like a legend caught in the pouring rain.
You gave it all, though you were barely whole,
Carried the lost, burned through your soul.
And I don’t know if you ever found home…
But damn, you never walked alone.

He loved like thunder, broke like glass,
Hid his pain behind a laugh.
Took the blows and wore the blame,
Never once forgot a name.

He’d pour his drink for the quiet ones,
Tell the moon about battles won.
But no one saw him bleed at night,
When no one watched, he’d lose the fight.

He held the world with shattered hands,
Built his strength from sinking sand…

Joshua… they still whisper your name,
Like a legend caught in the pouring rain.
You gave it all, though you were barely whole,
Carried the lost, burned through your soul.
And I don’t know if you ever found home…
But damn, you never walked alone.

There’s a man in the mirror sometimes,
Wearing your smile, your crooked lines.
And I wonder if you’re looking through —
Or maybe, you’re still walking too…

Joshua… they still whisper your name,
Through these towns, through loss and flame.
You gave your love, though your heart was torn,
A gentle storm, forever worn…

Joshua

A poetic journey through the cosmos of human emotion, this album explores the chaos within and without — tracing one soul’s path from shadow to collapse, from self-reflection to elemental rebirth. Each song is a chapter in an existential myth, where natural disasters mirror internal cataclysms, and the smallest drop of water carries the weight of life’s brevity.

Beginning in darkness with The Shadow and rising through apocalyptic imagery (When the Sky Caved In), fractured identity (The Other Me), and the rot of humanity (Cancer), the record moves like a storm — tribal, cinematic, and raw — until it bursts into light in the final moments of Big Bang, where chaos becomes creation.

It’s not just music — it’s a universe collapsing, healing, and being born again.

Big bang

The alarm clock’s ringing but I don’t care,
Got your sleepy smile tangled in your hair.
The sunlight paints us golden through the blinds,
And I’m so thankful, love, that you are mine.
So precious so sweet, my beautiful moonshine.


Your eyes are the morning I wanna see,
Your kiss is the coffee that wakes up me.
Don’t need the world, don’t need the news,
All I need is lying here with you.
Just tender kisses and warming hugs.
All I need, so thankful, just lay next to you


Let’s stay lazy forever,
Wrapped up in this songs together.
Sharing melodies, and our lips so sweet,
Hearts in rhythm, soft heartbeat.
Time can wait, let’s drift away,
In your arms is where I’ll stay.


You sang a song so soft, so cute,
And love, I melted right into you.
Like an angel whispering through the air,
Every note said I’ll be there.
We trade our favorites  beneath the sheets,
You hum the tune, I sing the harmony.


Your laughter’s the sunrise I long to hear,
Your whisper’s the music that pulls me near.
No clock, no rules, no plans, no rush,
Just your voice, your kiss, your touch.


Let’s stay lazy forever,
Wrapped up in this songs together.
Sharing melodies, lips so sweet,
Hearts in rhythm, soft heartbeat.
Time can wait, let’s drift away,
In your arms is where I’ll stay.


If hunger calls, we’ll rise and go,
But I’ll still be singing soft and low.
Every little kiss, each breath, each sigh,
Turns this bed into paradise.


Let’s stay lazy forever,
Making each small moment better.
No place to be, no world outside,
Please make this day last forever,
Just your love and endless time.
If this is life, I’ll take no more
I found my heaven on our bedroom floor.

Sunday morning

I see you there, the sunlight hits your hair,
A little laugh escapes, and I just stare.
Every blink, a frame in a perfect scene,
You’re the highlight reel of my every dream.
You tilt your head, a shy little grin,
I say it soft, again and again:
“You’re beautiful,” like it’s the only line I know,
And you blush, but I love that gentle glow.


You roll your eyes, you say, “That’s not true,”
But I swear, my heart only beats for you.


Oh, you are beautiful, don’t you see?
Every time I look, you amaze me endlessly.
Smile a little shy, hide behind your hair,
I’ll say it a thousand times if you let me stare.
You make the world brighter just by being near,
And when I tell you, I hope you hear:
You are beautiful, my Yidan, it’s true,
Every word, every glance, every “I love you.”


In the café line, or walking down the street,
Every little thing about you makes my heart skip a beat.
Your laugh, your frown, your silly little ways,
I could watch you for hours and still be amazed.
You hide your face, but I catch your smile,
And it turns every moment worthwhile.
“You make me happy,” you softly admit,
And I know my words are your favorite bit.


You shake your head, but your eyes reveal,
Even the tiniest doubt can’t hide what you feel.


Oh, you are beautiful, don’t you see?
Every time I look, you amaze me endlessly.
Smile a little shy, hide behind your hair,
I’ll say it a thousand times if you let me stare.
You make the world brighter just by being near,
And when I tell you, I hope you hear:
You are beautiful, my Yidan, it’s true,
Every word, every glance, every “I love you.”


Mirror, mirror, could you ever know,
The magic you reflect just makes my heart grow?
Every “beautiful” I whisper, every “cute” I say,
Is my little spell to keep you smiling every day.


Oh, you are beautiful, don’t you see?
Every glance, every laugh, you enchant me endlessly.
I’ll tell you now, and I’ll tell you again,
Every single day, until the world ends.
You are beautiful, my E-dan, my star,
Every word, every kiss, you’re my heart’s radar.


So smile shyly, roll your eyes, hide if you must,
I’ll keep saying it, in every breath, in every trust.
You are beautiful, don’t ever doubt,
It’s my favorite thing in the world to shout.

You Are Beautiful

The sunlight sneaks between the blinds,
Coffee can wait, we’ve got other kinds
Of breakfast served on a silver smile,
Stay a little longer, just a while.
No toast, no eggs, no buttered bread,
Just the sweetest flavor when you turn your head.


Forget the kitchen, love, this feels so real,
Wake me up slow with the morning meal.


Morning meal, it’s the taste of you,
Warm as the sunrise breaking through.
Every kiss is honey, every laugh is cream,
Every touch’s a bite of a perfect dream.
I don’t need pancakes, I don’t need tea,
Morning meal is you with me.


The alarm clock rings, but we hit snooze,
Breakfast in bed is the path we choose.
Plates can wait, let the dishes pile,
I’ll take your flavor mile by mile.
Love’s the recipe we improvise,
Served with laughter and sleepy eyes.


Our secret kitchen no one can steal,
Wake me up slow with the morning meal.


Morning meal, it’s the taste of you,
Warm as the sunrise breaking through.
Every kiss is honey, every laugh is cream,
Every touch’s a bite of a perfect dream.
I don’t need pancakes, I don’t need tea,
Morning meal is you with me.


Call it cereal, call it toast,
But darling, you’re the dish I crave the most.
Every dawn, it’s the same appeal 
You’re my forever morning meal.


Morning meal, it’s the sweetest start,
A daily serving straight from the heart.
Every laugh, every kiss we steal,
Love tastes better as the morning meal.


So let the world wait, the coffee chill,
All I want’s another morning meal.

Morning Meal

It's The life I'm Force To Live

The Angel God Sent To Save Me (You)

Crown of thorns on my tongue…
Wings made of smoke…
I bled for nothing  now I speak for silence.

They told me God is watching 
But I saw nothing in the fire.
I prayed into a void
And heard my own voice…
louder
than angels ever sang.

Zar’ven dral-ka, sha’neth kree,
Vel’zar eth-nul, graaz tel’thi,
Skaara zul-thoth, in’el gruln,
Kel vrok’raal… vrok’raal

So I carved a throne
out of bone and black ash,
And I whispered:
“If no god answers…
Then I must be god.”

I am GOD  not your savior, not your sin,
Born from filth, made of men.
I am GOD  not above, but within,
A crown of rot on sacred skin.

I walked through your cathedrals,
Empty hearts in gilded glass.
Your prayers sound like begging
to a mirror that never answers back.

I saw more truth
in the howl of a dying wolf
than in a thousand holy books
untouched by dirt.

You fear me…
Because I found power in my own ruin.
Because I forgave myself… when heaven wouldn’t.
Because I looked in the dark… and it blinked first.

I am GOD  not your savior, not your sin,
Born from filth, made of men.
I am GOD  not above, but within,
A crown of rot on sacred skin.


Let the churches burn in silence,
Let the skies forget my name,
For I am not a lie…
I am flame.

I… am… GOD.
I... am... NOOO! GOD!!!

NOOO... GOD!!!!

I Am (Not) God

Where the fuck were you when I broke?
When I begged the sky and choked?
My friends? All gone.
My prayers? All wrong.
My soul?
A tomb dressed up in skin.

I screamed in silence 
You blinked and turned.
I bled in daylight 
You laughed and burned.

My name?
Just ash caught in a storm.
My heart?
Roadkill for the gods you swore were warm.

EXISTENCE IS A LIE, A JOKE, A SCAR!
I’M DROWNING IN A GRAVE, NEVER MADE IT FAR!
TRUST IS A ROPE, WRAPPED TIGHT ’ROUND MY THROAT!
I’D BURN THIS WORLD JUST TO WATCH IT CHOKE!
JUST SO STUPID BULLSHIT, LIFE'S A JOKE!

I gave you all.
You gave me rot.
My family prayed 
But God forgot.

The Devil whispers in lullabies,
And I hum along like it’s all alright.
You said “Stay strong.”
But where were you
When I carved my hate into every wound?

My mirror shows a traitor’s grin 
My own reflection turned me in.

I don’t want to breathe.
I don’t want to be.
I don’t want to feel this corpse in me.

Light is poison.
Love is cruel.
Hope is a loaded fucking tool.

FUCK YOU — for telling me it gets better!
FUCK YOU — for leaving me with letters!
FUCK YOU — GOD, for making me dirt!
AND FUCK ME — FOR BELIEVING IT HURT!

EXISTENCE IS A WOUND THAT NEVER HEALS!
A MASK I WEAR WHILE TIME CONSUMES WHAT’S REAL!
I AM THE FIRE, I AM THE END!
I AM WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BREAK… AND NEVER MEND.

There is no redemption.
Just silence…
And me.

Existence

I was scared of the dark when I was five
But the real ghosts came when I turned alive
Under my bed I found nothing at all
Except the mirror I’ve been trying to stall

I blamed love for the way that I break
Blamed heartbreak, but that was fake
Truth is, I’ve always been afraid
Of the silence, the void, the weight

Fear, you bastard, you wear my skin
You breathe me in, you always win
I drown in your name, I burn in your grip
I try to run, but you’re stitched to my lips
I hate you, I hate me, for letting you live

Afraid of being left, so I stayed
Afraid to speak, so I obeyed
Afraid of pain, so I hurt first
Afraid to feel, so I rehearsed

You taught me how to lie to myself
Pretend I’m fine while I rot in this shell
I never feared the dark, I feared the day
Where I’d open my eyes and still feel this way

Miedo al amor / Miedo a perder
Miedo a vivir / Miedo a querer
Miedo al reflejo que sangra por dentro
Miedo al vacío que trago en silencio

Fear, you fucker, you wear my face
You kiss my wounds, you fill my space
I begged for light, you offered none
You are the reason I come undone
I hate you, I hate me, for what I’ve become

If I ever kill you…
Will I finally be free?
Or have you always…
Just been… me? ... JUST FUCKING ME!!!

Fear

I saw the sky turn black,
Then golden just the same.
A child laughed in the rain—
Then silence spoke his name.

A breath, a blink, a firefly…
That’s all this life becomes.
A story scratched in ashes,
On borrowed bones and lungs.

We run from the shadows,
But they walk by our side.
Every kiss, every scar,
Will someday be denied.

Memento Mori, remember the end.
The grave waits gently… for foe and for friend.
Each second a jewel we’re too blind to see,
Till we rot into soil, and finally breathe free.

Memento Mori,  this pain is divine.
Even tears are sacred when you’re out of time.
So scream while you’re breathing, burn while you can—
We are gods for a moment, then ghosts in the sand.

They build temples on our backs,
Name stars after our pain.
But we die unknown, unheard,
Flesh washed into the drain.

But that coffee with your brother,
That glance from someone new
Those seconds are the altar
Where existence speaks its truth.

There’s no heaven without endings,
No love without decay.
You can’t find what matters…
Till it’s slipping away.

Memento Mori

No altar stands for me to fall,
No holy light, no sacred call.
I’ve crawled through fires, walked through knives,
And came out howling, eating life.

You kneel for hope — I rise through wrath,
I wear no chains, I carve my path.
You bend for lies etched in the sky —
I laugh with thunder when angels cry.

I kneel to no one!
No cross, no crown, no throne undone!
I bleed, I burn, I bite, I run —
My soul bows only to the sun!

I watched your kings rot in silk,
Fed on fear, drank mercy’s milk.
But I drank venom from my wounds,
And danced alone under blood moons.

No priest could speak my name and live,
No god can curse what I won’t give.
My worship’s carved in tooth and flame —
My altar’s built from shattered names.

You kneel for comfort.
You kneel for peace.
I rise for war.
I rise for me.

I kneel to no one!
No cross, no crown, no throne undone!
I bleed, I burn, I bite, I run —
My soul bows only to the sun!

Not heaven. Not hell. Not fate. Not fear.
I am the silence you can’t hear.
I am the scream behind your hymn 
Born from ash and raised in sin.

“I KNEEL… TO NO ONE!”

I Kneel To No One

He lives in me
My enemy, my voice of doubt
The one who whispers, “You’re nothing”
Who drains the courage out

He crawls beneath my chest
Grinds my gears when I begin
He’s the hand that kills my visions
The wall I crash within

He lives in me
The one who mocks me when I speak
The one who spits I’ll never matter
That my strength is fucking weak

He laughs when I’m in ruins
Feeds when my soul’s sore
He sits inside my shadow
And drinks down all my war

He lives in me
He never sleeps, he never fades
He drags me down through every morning
With chains made of my shame

And even if no one sees it
Even if they think I shine—
There’s a monster in my mirror
Tearing every hope of mine

He lives in me
And I can’t fucking flee
Because when I stare into the dark…
That demon staring back is me

He breaks me when I wake
No reason, just the sting
He compares me, tears me open
Passes judgment like a king

There’s no truce, no tomorrow
No “you’ll be okay”
When the one who wants you dead…
Is your soul in decay

He lives in me
I know his every move
He knows my guilt, my sins,
My stories carved in wounds

And I keep trying to silence him
But he always screams above
Because this eternal enemy…
Was never from outside 

He lives in me
He’s my skin, my curse, my skin
He kneels me with his poison
And forbids me joy again

¿Y cómo escapar de lo que soy?
¿Cómo huir si no hay otro yo?
¿Dónde esconderme…
Si el enemigo…
lleva mi rostro y mi dolor?

He lives in me
And now I finally see
I’m not just my executioner…
I’m the seed that grew the beast

And if one day I break the chains
It won’t be through running blind
It’ll be by facing my own reflection
And forgiving what’s inside

He lives in me
Yes…
That…
Is me. (MY WORST ENEMY!!!)

He Lives In Me

“Crown me in silence…
Dress me in sin…
And pierce my faith again…”

They said pain would purify 
But it only made me colder.
Wrapped in thorns they called divine,
As the blood slid off my shoulder.

Their scripture kissed with acid tongues,
Their prayers stitched in disguise.
I swallowed light, they called it truth 
But all I tasted…
Was lies.

Thorns on my head, blood in my mouth,
Lies like nails, driving doubt.
I wore the crown they made for gods 
But felt the steel of every fraud.

You preached of grace while burning books,
Guilt turned into gold you took.
I knelt in fire, I begged the stone 
But heaven stared with hollow bones.

The choir weeps in perfect pitch,
While sin drips from their holy switch.
A lash, a lie, a kiss, a cross 
What’s salvation if I’m the loss?

This is not redemption — this is rot.
I gave my soul. They gave me… what?
A crown of thorns. A book of rules.
A grave dug deep. A world of fools.

Thorns on my head, blood in my mouth,
Lies like nails, driving doubt.
I wore the crown they made for gods 
But I broke it off with spiteful jaws.

Thorns… blood… lies…
“And none of it was mine.”

Thorns, Blood, Lies

I WANT YOU DEAD!
BURIED IN THE ROT YOU PLANTED!
I WANT YOUR NAME ERASED
FROM THE BONES OF MY EXISTENCE!

You sunk your teeth in my spine,
Then whispered that it was love.
You wore my trust like a trophy,
Now wear this curse from above.

I tore my heart out for you,
You licked the blood off your hands.
Now all your lies taste like sulfur
You will die by where you stand.

Six feet deep
Is where you’ll sleep.
Every breath you stole,
I now reap.

Six feet deep
No tears to cry.
You made me feel dead…
Now it’s your time to die.

You thought I’d break,
But I evolved.
No longer prey
I’ve dissolved
Into something black and endless,
With no mercy left inside.
Your memory’s a plague,
So I’ve chosen genocide.

There’s no forgiveness,
No peace to make.
You drained me dry,
Now watch me break
Your fucking name in flames,
Your smile in my crosshair,
You gave me death in life…
Now I return the favor fair.

I want you 6 feet under
With roses made of bone.
With every lie you ever told
Etched into your tombstone.

I want you 6 feet under
Where silence holds your breath.
You gave me hell for loving you…
Now I love you to death.

You said I’d never survive without you…
Now I only breathe to end you.
Your ghost won’t haunt me anymore
I’ll bury it… just like you.

BURN. DECAY. COLLAPSE. REPENT.
YOU’RE NOT A WOUND
YOU’RE A PUNISHMENT.
YOU’RE NOT REGRET
YOU’RE MY REVENGE.
YOUR FACE WILL FADE
IN DIRT AND STENCH!

I want you 6 feet under
In the casket of your sins.
You built a hell inside my heart…
Now let the fire begin.

I want you 6 feet under
No glory, no goodbye.
You don’t deserve remembrance
Just a grave.
And why.

You were my ending…
Now I write yours.

Six Feet Under

You.
I should’ve buried your name in silence.

Every time I hear your name,
It rips my chest like rusted blades.
I used to dream of you like light 
Now all I see is fucking plague.

Your voice was once a melody,
Now it’s just a nail inside my skull.
I gave you all, you gave me knives 
And made me love the pull.

YOU — burned my soul into ash!
YOU — wore your love like a mask!
YOU — left me hollow and vile!
I hope your mirror cracks when you smile.

You wore my scars like trophies,
Laughed as I drowned in my own grief.
I was a goddamn altar 
You were the priest of disbelief.

I carved your name into my spine 
Now I rip it out with flame.
Every kiss was cyanide,
Every “love you” was a game.

I gave you the sky…
You painted it black.
I gave you my pulse…
And you sold it for scraps.

You were my end before my start.
A serpent sleeping in my heart.

FUCK. YOUR. NAME.
FUCK. YOUR. FACE.
FUCK. THE. GHOST. I. CAN’T. ERASE.
YOU TOOK MY LOVE AND MADE IT DIRT.
NOW YOU’RE JUST A WOUND THAT FLIRTS.

YOU — burned my soul into ash!
YOU — wore your love like a mask!
YOU — left me hollow and vile!
I hope your mirror cracks when you smile.

I loved you once.
And now I hope you rot.

I once let fire live inside me,
Let love melt through my chest.
Now all that’s left is silence,
And ice where hope once slept.

They said “feel, don’t run away”
But feelings dug the grave.
So now I sleep beneath the frost,
In the cold I learned to crave.

I buried all your words in snow,
Each one a blade turned blue.
I tried to scream your name out loud,
But it froze halfway through.

This chamber holds the echoes,
The ghosts of things unsaid.
A mausoleum for my trust,
A shelter for the dead.

You think I’m distant,
But I’m just preserved.
Cryogenics of the soul
Pain expertly conserved.

My heart is a frozen chamber
No warmth gets in, no lies get out.
Every beat, a cracking glacier
Screams of ice beneath the doubt.

My love was a storm once burning
Now it’s silence in disguise.
You thought I’d heal by feeling…
But this cold is how I survived.

I’m tired of pretending I want the sun,
When I only trust the night.
I’m not waiting to be rescued
I’m just done with losing fights.

No “closure,” no forgiveness.
No flames will reach this tomb.
You had your chance to warm me
Now this frost becomes my truth.

Mi corazón no late,
Solo cruje en el dolor.
Una cámara sin ventanas,
Donde se ahogó el amor.

My heart is a frozen chamber
Not broken, just refined.
Forged in frost and loneliness,
A fortress built in time.

You said “I miss who you were,”
But that version died alone.
And this glacier in my chest?
Is safer than a home.

I DON’T FEEL…
I ENDURE.
YOU DON’T LOVE…
YOU LURE.
SO NOW I LIVE
IN SILENCE AND STEEL

Where nothing touches,
And nothing heals.

Frozen Chamber

Sometimes your words, they fall like stones,
Heavy on my heart, cutting through my bones.
I know you don’t mean to, but it leaves me undone,
And I wonder if you’re truly the one.

I’ve told you my fears, I’ve spoken them loud,
The nights I felt hopeless, lost in the crowd.
I’ve begged for a man who won’t walk away,
Who’ll fight for my soul at the end of the day.

Sometimes I doubt if you’ll stand when I fall,
If I call for help, will you answer at all?
I’ve longed for someone who’d live, who’d die,
A fire unyielding, a truth that won’t lie.

But even in those shadows, I see a spark,
A steady light glowing out of the dark.
You try to explain, you try to make clear,
And I feel your patience pulling me near.

We are crust and crumb, bitter and sweet,
The rough edges, the softness beneath.
Every fight, every tear that we face,
Still carries the proof of a love we embrace.

I know my words can cut you too,
I speak my feelings, it’s all I can do.
But you never run, you never let go,
You listen, you fight, you let your love show.

And I see you changing, I see you grow,
Becoming the man I prayed to know.
You carry the weight, you open your hand,
And I start to believe, I start to understand.

We are crust and crumb, bitter and sweet,
The cracks and the healing where two hearts meet.
Through all the sour, the sweetness remains,
Love is the fire that softens the pain.

Crust and crumb, broken but true,
Every part of me belongs with you.
Even the doubts can’t silence the song,
With love this patient, we’ll carry on.

Crust and crumb… bitter and sweet…
Every fight still brings me back to your heartbeat.

Crust & Crumb

In the darkest sky, you glow alone,
A spark that guides me when I roam.
Through the blackest night, you light the way,
My shining star, don’t fade away.

When I lose my path, your glow appears,
Chasing shadows, calming fears.
Every step feels heavy, cold, and far,
But then I see you, my northern star.
Your light paints colors where the darkness lay,
Turns the night into a soft, warm day.

Even when the world turns gray,
You shine, you guide, you show the way.
Every glance, a gentle spark,
Pulls me closer from the dark.

Shining star, my only light,
Burning bright in the endless night.
Shining star, hold me near,
Your glow’s the only thing I fear to lose here.
Shining star… shining star…
Even if the world falls apart, you’ll shine in my heart.

In paintings, skies, in endless seas,
Every beauty whispers your melodies.
Through frozen nights, you keep me warm,
Your brilliance turns the storm to calm.
Every horizon points toward your glow,
You’re the compass I’ll always know.

Even when the stars all disappear,
Your light remains, unwavering, near.
Every heartbeat sings your spark,
Pulls me closer from the dark.

Shining star, my only light,
Burning bright in the endless night.
Shining star, hold me near,
Your glow’s the only thing I fear to lose here.
Shining star… shining star…
Even if the world falls apart, you’ll shine in my heart.

No other flame could ever compare,
You blaze alone in the quiet air.
Through the void, through the endless sky,
My shining star, you never die.

Shining star, my only light,
Burning bright in the endless night.
Shining star, hold me near,
Your glow’s the only thing I fear to lose here.
Shining star… shining star…
Even when all else fades, you shine, my heart’s true star.

Forever burning, forever bright,
My shining star… my guiding light.

Shining Star

A little sharpness in the air,
Words like salt that linger there.
You frown, I stumble, trip on my tongue,
But darling, it’s part of the song we’ve sung.

Sometimes your meaning slips through my hands,
Lost in the space where two worlds stand.
I think you’re colder than you mean to be,
You think I’m harder than I want to seem.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The cracks and scars make the flavor complete.
Through every fight, through every tear,
The warmth of us is what keeps us here.

You say I cut you, but I never intend,
I only want to be your shelter, your friend.
And when my voice feels too heavy, too rough,
You still remind me, love is enough.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The cracks and scars make the flavor complete.
Even when it’s sour, I still taste the truth,
Every bite is the proof of me and you.

It’s not the sugar, it’s not the glaze,
It’s the work, the fire, the patient days.
Love is a loaf, we break it in two,
Even the sour feeds me with you.

Sourdough love, a little bitter, a little sweet,
The storm and calm where our hearts meet.
Through every rise, through every fall,
This love is worth it all.

Sourdough love… sourdough love…
Sourdough love… sourdough love…
Sour but sweet, sour but lovely after all
Sourdough love… sourdough love…

Sourdough Love

Morning light drifts across your face,
We rise slow, the world not yet awake.
Coffee steam curls like a gentle hymn,
Our laughter begins where the day is thin.

At the table, your hand brushes mine,
Simple moments turning hours into shrine.
The ticking clock fades, it doesn’t define,
Every breath with you is a verse in time.

Time, every second is ours,
From the sunrise glow to the fading stars.
Time, love’s eternal design,
Every moment with you rewrites the line.

When the day pulls us into separate roads,
I still hear your name in the undertones.
Through the noise, through the weight of the hours,
I carry your smile, it steadies, empowers.

Evenings bloom in neon hues,
Dinner lights, movies, singing with you.
Every night we fall into the same embrace,
Where time dissolves, and love leaves its trace.

Time, every second is ours,
From the sunrise glow to the fading stars.
Time, I don’t need to rewind,
For every moment with you is the rest of my life.

Every second, every night…
With you, time is forever in sight.
Time will always be on my side
And make every moment just right...

Time

White lace and borrowed light,
I’m walking slow into the night.
Church bells hum like a warning sign,
Everyone smiles, I fall in line.
Painted roses, frozen grin,
A storybook I never picked.
Every step feels predesigned,
Someone else wrote the storyline.

I used to dream of open skies,
Now all I see are shuttered eyes.

Welcome to my Beautiful Nightmare,
Where perfect looks like quiet despair.
Where love is neat, the edges clean,
And I’m a ghost inside a dream.
A picket fence, a wedding ring,
A lullaby that doesn’t sing.
The ending everyone would choose 
But not the girl who hates to lose.

Morning coffee, same four walls,
Perfume fading in the halls.
Little footsteps down the stairs,
A life of lists and folded prayers.
Neighbors waving, soft applause,
Another doll wrapped up in laws.
A smile I wear like borrowed skin,
Perfect life I’m drowning in.

I had a map, I lost the fire,
Now I live someone else’s choir.

Welcome to my Beautiful Nightmare,
Where perfect looks like quiet despair.
Where love is neat, the edges clean,
And I’m a ghost inside a dream.
A picket fence, a wedding ring,
A lullaby that doesn’t sing.
The ending everyone would choose 
But not the girl who hates to lose.

They said this is what dreams are made of,
But they forgot the cost of soft gloves.
They gave me gold, I wanted flame,
A perfect life without a name.
I thought forever meant something wild,
Not being caged and labeled “wife.”

I don’t want safety dressed as art,
I want a pulse that breaks my heart.
This isn’t love, it’s porcelain,
A fairytale I can’t fit in.

Welcome to my Beautiful Nightmare,
Where every breath is perfect air.
Where every dream’s already set,
And every choice is just regret.
A house, a smile, a name to wear,
A crown of gold I cannot bear.
A story written without me there,
My Beautiful Nightmare.

No screams, no pain, no wrong, no right…
Just a girl disappearing into the night.

Beautiful Nightmare

You say you’ve changed, but you play the same,
Every move another mindless game.
You talk big, fold fast,
Every “forever” never seems to last.
You like control, I like truth,
You want a mirror, I wanted proof.
So I lay my heart, you roll your dice 
Guess I’ve lost enough to feel alive.

I’m done rehearsing love that breaks,
Done bleeding for your small mistakes.

Rock, paper… and nothing new,
I’m tired of losing just to you.
Every time I win, it feels like bruises,
Every tie’s another ruse that uses.
Rock, paper… I’ll change the rule,
Maybe love was never built for fools.
If I can’t find it in your world,
Maybe I’ll find it in… another girl.

You built your pride like a paper wall,
One touch, and it begins to fall.
You fake deep, I fake sleep,
We both know the lies we keep.
I’ve played nice, I’ve played fair,
But I’m done pretending I still care.
If love’s a fight, I’ll break the ring 
I need something real, not a king.

I’m done with boys who never grow,
Done with hearts they never show.

Rock, paper… and nothing true,
You always pick what cuts me through.
Every round just leaves me colder,
Every word, another shoulder colder.
Rock, paper… I’ll play alone,
Your type’s a script I’ve overgrown.
If I can’t find it in your world,
Maybe I’ll find it in… another girl.

You call it crazy, I call it peace,
Maybe I just need release.
Your world’s made of rules and noise,
I’m done being one of the toys.
I’ve folded hearts, I’ve cracked the code,
Now I’m walking my own road.

No need to say it, you already know,
Love can bloom where pain won’t go.
You taught me loss, you taught me cost,
But not all good things come embossed.

Rock, paper… I’m breaking free,
No more games defining me.
Every scar a silver swirl,
And maybe I’ll find love…
in another girl.

Rock, paper…
We all cut, we all burn…
But some of us finally learn

Rock, Paper, …

You walked in wrapped in perfume smoke,
with stories you rehearsed in gold,
your smile, too polished, too composed,
I almost saw the cracks unfold.
Velvet words on trembling glass,
echo soft, but they never last.
I taste the shine, I taste the lie,
in your reflection, I see why.

You hide in glitter, whisper sin,
your truth dissolved beneath your skin.
But every shimmer that you cast
I see the ghost behind the glass.

Your crystal mask, it shatters slow,
a thousand lies in afterglow.
Transparent heart, so paper-thin,
I breathe, you break, I see within.
Your crystal mask, how fragile grace,
I watch it fall across your face.
You think you shine, but light reveals,
the love you fake, the wounds you steal.

You love the stage, the mirrored eyes,
you choreograph your thin disguise.
But I can hear the hollow hum,
beneath the charm, beneath your tongue.
You wear your guilt like stolen pearls,
you cage your shame in plastic worlds.
But truth is patient, truth is kind—
it waits for glass to realign.

The way you talk, the way you gleam,
like static caught inside a dream.
But darling, I was never blind
I see the fractures you designed.

Your crystal mask, it shatters slow,
a thousand lies in afterglow.
Transparent heart, so paper-thin,
I breathe, you break, I see within.
Your crystal mask, how fragile grace,
I watch it fall across your face.
You think you shine, but light reveals,
the love you fake, the wounds you steal.

I hear the echo of your pride,
like glass collapsing from inside.
The sound is cruel, but almost sweet
a quiet end beneath my feet.
And maybe love was never real,
just shards of what you tried to feel.
I touch the truth, it cuts my palm
but pain can be a kind of calm.

Your crystal mask, it melts away,
no script, no shine, no masquerade.
I see you now, the boy beneath,
no throne, no crown, just shattered teeth.
Your crystal mask, so clear, so thin
I watched it fade, I let you in.
But now the glass is all I see
a mirror cracked, reflecting me.

Crystal boy, crystal lie,
you tried to glow, you tried to hide.
But light forgives what glass denies,
and I…
I see you breaking.
I see you breaking.

Crystal Mask

She walks in like a product on display,
Perfect smile, plastic DNA.
Glitter eyes, all copy-paste,
Reads the script, forgets her face.
Every move rehearsed to death,
Perfume sugar, soul of breath.
Talks in trends, she bleeds aesthetic,
Even her laugh feels synthetic.

You think she’s flawless, I think she’s flat,
Origami heart that can’t fold back.

Paper girl, so thin, so tame,
Fold her twice, she’ll look the same.
All shine, no spark, no world within,
You can’t fake depth with porcelain skin.
Paper girl, she creases when she twirls,
Built to please the plastic world.
No batteries included, just the pose,
She’s everything… and nothing close.

Talks in filters, breathes in likes,
A thousand followers, no mind.
Hollow laughter, empty stage,
Printed beauty, zero rage.
Every word’s a borrowed line,
Every tear’s rehearsed on time.
I tried to hate her, couldn’t feel,
You can’t hate what isn’t real.

You shine in rooms that echo fake,
But baby, cardboard hearts don’t break.

Paper girl, so thin, so tame,
Fold her twice, she’ll look the same.
All shine, no spark, no world within,
You can’t fake depth with porcelain skin.
Paper girl, she creases when she twirls,
Built to please the plastic world.
No batteries included, just the pose,
She’s everything… and nothing close.

You’re a brand, not a name,
Pretty face, no flame.
All your colors fade with rain,
And I’m not jealous, I’m amazed.
How do you sleep when you’re this hollow?
Mirror made of borrowed shadows.
You look alive, but only just 
A doll in dust, a shine that rusts.

Paper skin, paper soul,
Wind could tear your pretty role.
Say “I’m fine,” you might dissolve,
No batteries included… no resolve.

Paper girl,  your edges show,
Perfect cuts from the barcode glow.
I used to wish I looked like you,
Now I thank God I’m see-through true.
Paper girl,  you’re folding slow,
Origami heart can’t grow.
No batteries included, nothing to lose —
You’re breaking news… already old news.

Paper girl…
So perfect, so planned…
So easy to burn
When the fire’s real.

Paper Girl

You used to hum when you’d make coffee,
Now I find that same tune haunting me,
Your sweaters hang beside my coat,
And time’s been stitching at the seams we wrote.

There’s an empty chair we never use,
Where I would fold shirts now get confused,
Little mountains made of days gone by,
Where all our yesterdays still lie.

It’s not that I forget my ways,
It’s that they’ve learned to dance with yours,
Every step, each quiet phase,
Turns our two hearts into chords.

I talk like you now, move like you now,
I even dream the way you do somehow,
Our rhythms blend, the lines have blurred,
In every gesture, every word.
The bed’s unmade the way you’d leave,
But now it feels like home to me,
Two souls, two rooms, one melody 
You’ve grown inside the rest of me.

I catch your slang in the things I say,
You laugh the way I used to pray,
We share a look, we share the sound,
Of finding comfort where love’s found.
The snacks you loved now rest in twos,
The spine of mine beside of you,
And when we fix the bed at night,
Our hands already know what’s right.

You tilt your head the way I do,
You walk my pace without a cue,
And though we started miles apart,
We’ve built a world that shares one heart.

I talk like you now, move like you now,
I even dream the way you do somehow,
Our rhythms blend, the lines have blurred,
In every gesture, every word.
The bed’s unmade the way you’d leave,
But now it feels like home to me,
Two souls, two rooms, one melody 
You’ve grown inside the rest of me.
On that chair, the clothes still lie,
A silent proof that time can tie,
Two stories written side by side,
No need to ask which one is mine.

I talk like you now, breathe like you now,
We find the same peace in the same vow,
The morning light, the late coffee,
The small things weaving you through me.
And when we rest, the world can see,
There’s no divide of you and me,
Just two souls in quiet symmetry 
Becoming one, becoming free.

There’s an empty chair in our small home,
Where every habit finds its clone,
And if the world should drift away,
I’d still fold life the way you say.

Old Manners

You made me wait two hours flat,
Outside your job, and I’m fine with that,
The radio played our same old song,
And I didn’t mind, I just sang along.

Then you came out with that tired grin,
Shattered breath and city wind,
You said, “Thanks for being patient, babe,”
And I swear, my heart misbehaved.

Then you laughed, said it soft, so sweet,
“You’re my favorite boyfriend,” on repeat,
And I had to tease, couldn’t let it slide,
Said, “Oh, so I’m top five?”

Guess I’m your favorite one,
Between all the guys that don’t exist I won,
You roll your eyes, I play along,
You shake your head, but you still hum my song.
And if I’m number one on your make-believe list,
Then I’ll take that crown with a wink and a kiss,
‘Cause you’re my only, my always one,
And I’m your favorite one.

You said, “Don’t twist it, you know what I mean,”
But I kept grinning like a movie scene,
I said, “Sure, sure, I’ll take the prize,”
You said, “You’re impossible,” with laughing eyes.

We drove through lights, the streets asleep,
Your hand in mine, the promise deep,
It’s funny how those little lines,
Can turn to love that multiplies.

So go ahead, say it once more,
I’ll act confused, just like before,
‘Cause teasing you’s my favorite game,
And loving you’s the realest claim.

Guess I’m your favorite one,
Between all the guys that don’t exist  I won,
You roll your eyes, I play along,
You shake your head, but you still hum my song.
And if I’m number one on your make-believe list,
Then I’ll take that crown with a wink and a kiss,
‘Cause you’re my only, my always one,
And I’m your favorite one.

There’s no competition, no one to beat,
Just us two fools and a car seat,
Waiting two hours was worth the prize,
That look of love in your tired eyes.

Yeah, I’m your favorite one,
Between the dreams and the jokes we spun,
You laugh, I live for that tone,
‘Cause with you I never feel alone.
And if there’s a list, I’ll still insist,
You’re my first, my last, my twist,
So call me your favorite one —
I’ll call you my only sun.

You said it once, I’ll say it twice,
You’re my best mistake, my sweet device,
So yeah, I’m your favorite one…
And that’s enough for life. 

Favorite One

Remembrance of those mornings going slow,
Of laughter spilling through the glow,
Of plates and coffee, quiet grace,
And knowing love had found its place.

I used to see it just before
The light would sneak beneath the door,
A home that breathed, a heart that stayed,
A life not built but gently made.

I’d wake and watch it fade away,
Like smoke that never learned to stay,
But now the walls, the air, the floor,
All whisper, “you don’t dream no more.”

I had a dream last night,
But I was wide awake,
You were there, and the world felt right,
Every breath we’d ever take
Led to this, a home, a name,
Not built of hope but burning flame,
I had a dream last night 
And it was life, it was you.

The table’s set, the light is low,
Your shadow sways, it feels like home,
No need to chase what I can feel,
You’re proof that something lost can heal.

We talk of plans, of where we’ll go,
Of gardens waiting still to grow,
And every word becomes a vow,
I used to dream, I’m living now.
The clock ticks soft, the night feels near,
But every second hums sincere,
For every wish I’d ever made,
Woke up and learned your name.

I had a dream last night,
But I was wide awake,
You were there, and the world felt right,
Every breath we’d ever take
Led to this, a home, a name,
Not built of hope but burning flame,
I had a dream last night 
And it was life, it was you.
All those lonely echoes fade,
Every tear I’ve ever paid,
Led me home to what is true 
The dream I dreamed was you.

I had a dream last night,
And I could finally stay,
Not running, not wishing, just finding my way.
The walls are warm, the light is new,
I’m home at last with you.
No dream could match, no dawn outshine,
This life that’s yours and mine,
I had a dream last night…
But it’s this life with you in time.
So if I wake, don’t let me go,
‘Cause I’ve been sleeping for so long,
And now I’m home… I’m finally home.

At Last

You can knead slow, some stir fast,
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
Some light the flame, some make it last,
Some walk the rain, some ride the sun,
But somehow we all get it done.

I’ve seen hands that shake, hands that heal,
Hearts that doubt what they can feel,
We burn, we learn, we lose, we find,
Different roads but the same design.

It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every scar, and every turn,
Is just another way to learn.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.

Some sing loud while the pot still boils,
Some stay quiet through the toils,
Some build peace from broken strings,
And call it life the song it brings.

The dough will rise when it’s ready to,
No clock can rush what’s meant for you,
And every hand that’s tried and failed,
Has left a story on the trail.

It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every wrong that turned out right,
Was just the path beneath the light.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.

So here’s to the cracks, the spills, the slow,
To all the ways we rise and grow,
No map to read, no rules to keep,
Just faith that wakes when dreams fall asleep.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite still feels like home,
A journey baked from flesh and bone.
And though our ways will drift and stray,
We’re all still rising day by day,
Different fires, the same bouquet,
We all make life our own way.

Some knead slow, some stir fast…
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
But somehow, we all make it last.

Different Ways

We spilled the box across the floor,
A thousand pieces, maybe more,
All shapes and colors, wild and free,
A mess that somehow looked like me.

You laughed and said, “Where do we start?”
I said, “The edges,  like the heart.”
We lined the corners, one by one,
And watched the picture just begin to come.

At first it felt like nothing fit,
The wrong piece here, the wrong piece lit,
But little by little, through the doubt,
We learned what love was all about.

Piece by piece, we built our sky,
From scattered hopes to reasons why,
Every shape that didn’t seem to belong,
Found its place where it’s been all along.
And when the colors finally met,
The picture we made, I won’t forget,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
And together we placed the final piece.

Some days we forced what wouldn’t go,
Some nights we stopped and took it slow,
The table cluttered, hands unsure,
But love was patient, love was pure.
You’d find a piece I’d thrown aside,
I’d find your smile I used to hide,
And suddenly the chaos made
A perfect sense that never fades.

It’s not about the time it takes,
It’s how the cracks become the shapes,
How every piece we thought was wrong,
Was just waiting for where it belonged.

Piece by piece, we built our sky,
From scattered hopes to reasons why,
Every shape that didn’t seem to belong,
Found its place where it’s been all along.
And when the colors finally met,
The picture we made, I won’t forget,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
And together we placed the final piece.

Now when I see that puzzle framed,
I see our hearts, untamed, unnamed,
A thousand pieces, none the same,
But all of them spell out your name.

Piece by piece, the story grew,
A mess of shapes that turned to you,
Every edge, every quiet seam,
Built the life we used to dream.
And when the last piece found its place,
I saw forever in your face,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
Love complete, the final piece.

So if we ever fall apart,
We’ll find each fragment of our heart,
And build again  as love decrees,
Until we place… the final piece.

Puzzle

Pos nunca fui buen poeta, la neta,
[Well, I was never much of a poet, to be honest,]
nomás rimaba pa’ matar el rato,
[I just rhymed to kill some time,]
pa’ sacar el trago, matar el rato,
[to let the drink flow, to pass the hours,]
pero desde que llegaste tú…
[but ever since you showed up…]
ya no escribo por ocio, escribo enamorado.
[I don’t write out of boredom anymore — I write in love.]



Antes soltaba puras loqueras,
[I used to write out nothing but madness,]
versos sin pies ni cabeza,
[verses with neither feet nor head,]
pero ahora el corazón grafitea
[but now my heart graffiti-paints]
tu belleza sin pereza.
[your beauty without hesitation.]



Mis notas están llenas de ti,
[My notes are full of you,]
mi libreta ya ni me obedece,
[my notebook doesn’t even obey me anymore,]
cada palabra se me tuerce
[each word bends itself]
pa’ rimar con lo que pareces.
[to rhyme with what you seem to be.]



Escribo en la puerta del baño,
[I write on the bathroom door,]
cuando el mundo me queda pequeño,
[when the world feels too small for me,]
en servilletas, en los tickets,
[on napkins, on receipts,]
y hasta en sueños que no recuerdo.
[and even in dreams I can’t remember.]



Hay letras tuyas en mi chamarra,
[There are words of you on my jacket,]
en la esquina del monitor,
[in the corner of my screen,]
en los reportes del trabajo,
[in my work reports,]
que firmé con puro amor.
[that I signed with nothing but love.]



Porque tú, mi musa improvisada,
[Because you, my improvised muse,]
me traes la mente desvelada,
[keep my mind awake all night,]
y entre canción y desvarío,
[and between songs and delirium,]
me haces poeta en el desvío.
[you turn me into a poet on the detour.]



Eres tinta, eres papel,
[You are ink, you are paper,]
verso sin principio ni final,
[a verse without beginning or end,]
la razón por la que el café
[the reason why my coffee]
sabe a rima y a tempestad.
[tastes like rhyme and storm.]



Tengo el teléfono lleno de notas,
[My phone is full of notes,]
versos que aún no te he cantado,
[verses I still haven’t sung to you,]
poemas rotos, letras locas,
[broken poems, crazy lines,]
y tu nombre en todos lados.
[and your name written everywhere.]



Si algún día los llegas a leer,
[If one day you ever read them,]
vas a reírte de mi enredo,
[you’ll laugh at my tangled mess,]
pero pos ni modo, mi bien,
[but oh well, my love,]
así me tienes: loco sin remedio.
[that’s how you’ve got me — hopelessly crazy.]



Porque tú, mi musa descarada,
[Because you, my shameless muse,]
me das cuerda en la madrugada,
[wind me up in the middle of the night,]
y aunque el mundo se me enrede,
[and even if the world gets tangled,]
mi pluma por ti no se detiene.
[my pen doesn’t stop for you.]



Eres la mancha de tinta en mis dedos,
[You’re the ink stain on my fingers,]
mi pecado y mi credo,
[my sin and my creed,]
la razón por la que escribo
[the reason why I write]
aunque ya ni me quede aliento.
[even when I’m out of breath.]



Y si un día ya no escribo más,
[And if one day I stop writing,]
será porque te encontré completa,
[it’ll be because I found you whole,]
porque ya no hay versos que dén talla
[because there’s no verse big enough]
pa’ decirte lo que representas.
[to express what you truly mean to me.]

El escritor

Ay… se me olvidó lo que iba a decir,
[Oh... I forgot what I was going to say,]
nomás vi tu cara y ya, fin.
[I just saw your face and that's it, the end.]
Me quedé como menso, ahí,
[I stayed like a fool there,]
pensando “chale, ¿qué le vi?”
[Thinking "damn, what did I see?"]
y pos… todo, ¿Apoco no?
[And well... everything, right?]


Llegaste tarde, como siempre tú,
[You were late, as always you,]
y yo juraba que era por mí,
[And I swore it was for me,]
te vi reír con esa luz,
[I saw you laugh with that light,]
y se me fue el coraje, sí.
[And I wasn't courage, yes.]

Traes mi sudadera desde abril,
[You’ve been wearing my hoodie since April,]
dices “luego te la doy”,
[You say “I’ll give it back later,”]
sí, cómo no, yo bien febril,
[Yeah, sure, I’m all feverish,]
nomás de verte, ya estoy hoy.
[Just seeing you gets me burning up.]


Nomás contigo se me pasa el mundo,
[Only with you the world slips away,]
todo gira medio segundo,
[Everything spins in half a second,]
no hace falta plan ni rumbo,
[No need for plans or direction,]
si me abrazas, ya me confundo.
[If you hug me, I’m already lost.]

Nomás contigo, neta, juro,
[Only with you, honestly, I swear,]
que la vida agarra un futuro,
[Life actually takes on a future,]
y aunque a veces me hago el duro,
[And even though I sometimes play tough,]
me derrites, te lo aseguro.
[You melt me, I swear you do.]


Pedí dos cafés, me diste el tuyo,
[I ordered two coffees, you gave me yours,]
me dejaste el frío y ni modo,
[You left me the cold one, oh well,]
te burlas, “ay, qué murmullo”,
[You tease me, “oh, what a grumble,”]
y yo nomás sonrío todo.
[And I just smile through it all.]


Luego te enojas, luego te ríes,
[Then you get mad, then you laugh,]
me dices “¡ya cállate, o qué?!”,
[You tell me “shut up already, or what?!”]
me empujas leve, me das un beso,
[You push me lightly, then kiss me,]
y se me olvida por qué peleé.
[And I forget why I was mad.]


Dejas notas en servilletas,
[You leave notes on napkins,]
con dibujos y letras coquetas,
[With doodles and flirty words,]
yo guardo todo, hasta tus quejas,
[I keep it all, even your complaints,]
pa’ leerlas cuando me dé flojera.
[To read them when I’m feeling lazy.]


Y aunque a veces digo “ya estuvo”,
[And though sometimes I say “that’s enough,”]
sé que sin ti no hay desayuno,
[I know that without you there’s no breakfast,]
sin tus dramas, sin tus bromas,
[Without your drama, without your jokes,]
la vida nomás no se asoma.
[Life just doesn’t show up.]


Nomás contigo, neta, juro,
[Only with you, honestly, I swear,]
que hasta el caos tiene su rumbo,
[That even chaos has its direction,]
me das paz y me das guerra,
[You give me peace and you give me war,]
me das cielo, me das tierra.
[You give me heaven, you give me earth.]

Nomás contigo, así de absurdo,
[Only with you, it’s that absurd,]
todo tiene su futuro,
[Everything finds its future,]
y si el mundo se hace bolas,
[And if the world gets tangled,]
pos contigo me desbordas.
[Then with you, I overflow.]


Y si mañana no sale el plan,
[And if tomorrow the plan falls through,]
pos lo inventamos, ¿qué más da?
[Then we’ll make one up, who cares?]
Con tus enojos, tus desvelos,
[With your tantrums, your sleepless nights,]
yo ya firmé sin ver los peros.
[I already signed up without checking the buts.]

Nomás contigo, la neta sí,
[Only with you, honestly yeah,]
me hallé completo, por fin, en ti.
[I found myself complete, at last, in you.]

Detallitos

Dicen que la belleza se mira,
[They say that beauty is to be looked at]
pero la tuya se siente, se respira.
[But yours is felt, is breathable]


Cada vez que te veo pasar,
[Every time I see you passing by]
se me cae el mundo… 
[The world falls in front of me...]
y mi corazón comienza a palpitar
[And my heart begins to beat]


Tienes algo que el aire copia,
[You have something that the air copies]
una magia que ni el tiempo toca,
[A magic that not even time touches]
la forma en que caminas despacio,
[The way you walk slowly]
hace temblar los relojes y los espacios.
[Makes the clocks and spaces shake]


No hay color que te haga justicia,
[There is no color that does justice to you]
ni palabra que no suene ficticia,
[Not a word that doesn't sound fictitious]
porque tú, amor, no cabes en poema,
[Because you, love, don't fit in a poem]
te desbordas en cada dilema.
[You overflow in every dilemma]


Eres la rosa que no marchita,
[You are the rose that doesn't wither]
la razón de mi sonrisa infinita,
[The reason for my infinite smile,]
mi locura, mi obsesión callada,
[My madness, my silent obsession]
mi pecado y mi madrugada.
[My sin and my dawn]


Cuando duermo, sueño contigo,
[When I sleep, I dream of you]
y cuando despierto… me siento vivo.
[And when I wake up... I feel alive]
porque en cada sombra, en cada reflejo,
[Because in every shadow, in every reflection]
tu rostro se asoma, y pierdo el aliento.
[Your face peeks out, and I lose my breath]


Eres mi preciosa, mi flor sin espinas,
[You are my precious, my flower without thorns]
mi fe perdida, mi fe que camina,
[My lost faith, my faith that walks]
la belleza que no se explica,
[The beauty that is inexplicable]
solo se siente… y se eterniza.
[It's only felt... and it lasts]


Y aunque el mundo gire sin sentido,
[And even if the world turns without meaning]
yo solo entiendo lo vivido,
[I only understand what I lived]
cuando tus ojos me miran,
[When your eyes look at me]
y el universo se rinde rendido.
[And the universe surrenders]


No hay pintura que te alcance,
[There is no paint that reaches you]
ni canción que no se quede corta,
[Not a song that's not enough]
porque lo tuyo no se canta,
[Because yours is not sung]
se adora, se implora, se nombra.
[It is worshipped, it is implored, it is named]


Y yo, que juré no perder la cabeza,
[And I, who swore not to lose my mind]
ahora escribo versos en tu belleza,
[Now I write verses in your beauty]
como si al nombrarte mil veces,
[As if by naming you a thousand times]
pudiera hacerte eterna en mis letras.
[I could make you eternal in my lyrics]


Eres mi preciosa, mi única herida,
[You are my precious, my only wound]
mi razón de vida y de risa,
[My reason for living and laughing]
la luz que se esconde en la brisa,
[The light that hides in the breeze]
mi verdad, mi mentira, mi vida.
[My truth, my lie, my life]


Y si algún día me preguntan,
[And if one day they ask me]
qué fue lo más hermoso que vi,
[What was the most beautiful thing I saw?]
les diré sin dudar un segundo:
[lI'll say without a hesitation]
“Fue ella… y todo lo que hizo de mí.”
[It was her... and everything she did to me]


Porque hay belleza en cada curva tuya,
[Because there is beauty in every curve of yours]
en cada duda, en cada gesto, 
[In every doubt, in every gesture]
y si el cielo me diera un deseo…
[And if heaven gave me a wish]
pediría volver a verte… como aquella vez bajo la luna
[I would ask to see you again... like that time under the moon]


Tú

This ain’t an apology.
This ain’t closure.
This is a letter to the ones who swore they’d stay—
And still taught me what it feels like
To be abandoned twice in the same day.

To the ones who came soft,
Wearing halos made of sugar,
Promising warmth,
Promising comfort,
Promising forever…
But who left faster
Than the breath it took to say it.

Yeah
This is for you.
The ones who kissed my wounds
Only to cut deeper.
The ones who swore
“I’ll never become your nightmare”
Then wore the mask better
Than the last one did.

You said “trust me,”
Then stole everything built on it.
You said “I care,”
Then watched me drown
And blamed me for the ocean.
You said “forever,”
Then walked away
At the first sign of me being human.

Funny…
How forever always meant
“As long as I’m comfortable.”
And love meant
“As long as I don’t have to grow.”
And staying meant
“As long as you never need me.”

I gave pieces of my heart like gifts,
Thinking love was measured
In how much of myself I could bleed out
Without collapsing.
You took.
You kept taking.
You took until my ribs were empty rooms
With “Do Not Enter” signs
You wrote yourself.

And when there was nothing left
You blamed me
For having nothing left.
You taught me that rock bottom
Has a basement.
And that betrayal
Has a thousand floors below that.

Your names are still carved
Into the parts of me
No one else can see.
Not scars
Carvings.
Like tattoos made of grief
And promises that rotted on your tongue.
And I scrub,
And I heal,
And I grow—
But some ghosts
Don’t know how to leave.

Some of you added chains
While calling it connection.
Some of you locked the door
And swallowed the key
Just to see how long it’d take me
To break my own hands
Trying to escape.

And one day
When your lies catch fire,
You’ll stand in the same flames
You pushed me into.
Not because I wish you hell,
But because
That’s the home you built
And dragged me down to.

And if we ever meet
In that fire again—
I won’t look away.
We’ll burn side by side.
But at least I’ll know
I climbed out once.
And you…
You never will.

I don’t hate you.
Hate’s too heavy.
I just refuse
To carry the weight
Of what you left me with.
I refuse
To let your ghosts
Write my future.
I refuse
To let your hands
Shape my worth.

So hear this
If this letter ever finds you,
Understand:
I’m not the broken thing
You walked away from.
I’m the fire
You accidentally forged.

Yeah, you taught me pain.
But you also taught me survival.
Yeah, you tore me down.
But you also taught me rebuilding.
Yeah, you took everything
But you taught me
I don’t need anyone
To give it back.

So to those who left me burning…
Don’t worry.
The flames didn’t kill me.
They crowned me.

And I’m done being the ashes.
I’m the one
Walking out of the fire
You threw me in.
You fucking bastards
Will burn with me 


Those who let me burn

I’ve been dragging all my demons like they’re stitched into my skin,
Every nightmare that I lived keeps trying to crawl back in.
People look at me like I’m supposed to never break,
But I’m drowning in a silence that I barely even make.
Yeah, I talk like I’m strong, but the truth is I’m a bruise
That learned to smile pretty just to keep from getting used.
You want honesty?
Here
I’m a war I never asked for.
A heart that keeps on bleeding even when it hits the floor.
I’ve been swallowing explosions just to keep my world intact,
Holding tight to every promise that I never could unpack.
I’m tired of being perfect for a crowd that never sees
That the strongest-looking people are the ones who barely breathe.
I’m done pretending I’m steel when I’m breaking inside.
If pain is the truth, then I’m done trying to hide.

’Cause I’m just a fucking human…
Falling, trying, failing, still refusing to be ruined.
Screaming at the sky like it owes me something honest.
Breaking under pressure but somehow staying conscious.
Yeah, I’m just a fucking human…
And that should be enough.

I get tired of the voices always clawing in my head,
Telling me I’m not enough, that I’m better off dead.
But I’m still here
Standing on the ashes of the days I couldn’t take,
Turning every piece of broken into something I can shape.
I don’t fight because I’m fearless
I fight ’cause I’m afraid
Of losing all the meanings in the choices that I made.
I’ve been walking through a storm that never learned to leave,
But every drop that hits me writes a truth I still believe.
I’m not some holy hero wrapped in armor made of gold.
I’m the kid who kept on trying even when the world was cold.
If surviving is a battle, then I guess I’m in the war
Bleeding out, screaming loud, begging life for something more.

I’m done pretending I’m steel when I’m breaking inside.
If pain is the truth, then I’m done trying to hide.

’Cause I’m just a fucking human…
Falling, trying, failing, still refusing to be ruined.
Screaming at the sky like it owes me something honest.
Breaking under pressure but somehow staying conscious.
Yeah, I’m just a fucking human…
And that should be enough.
And that should be enough.

Maybe I was never meant to be the person they expect.
Maybe flaws are just the pieces that connect us when we’re wrecked.
Maybe hope is on the edges where the hurt begins to fade.
Maybe courage isn’t winning, maybe courage is afraid.
I’ve been holding on to anger like it’s keeping me alive,
But anger only burns you when it’s all you try to hide.
And I’m sick of being quiet when my heart is crying loud
I’m human, not a statue carved to never make a sound.
So here I stand
shaking, scarred, imperfect, but awake.

Every failure on my shoulders, every memory I break.
If the world wants me flawless, then the world can walk away.
I’m tired of bleeding beauty just so others feel okay.
I’m a storm that learned to stand.
I’m a wound that learned to heal.
I’m the truth that no one wanted
’Cause the truth is hard to feel.
But I’m done hiding all the pieces that I thought were just too much
If the price of being human is the pain, then pain is clutch.

’Cause I’m just a fucking human…
Hurting, healing, crashing, still refusing to stay ruined.
Tearing through the dark just to find something honest.
Falling on my knees but somehow staying conscious.
Yeah, I’m just a fucking human…
And I’m finally enough.
Enough to break.
Enough to rise.
Enough to feel alive.

’Cause I’m just a fucking human…
Hurting, healing, crashing, still refusing to stay ruined.
Tearing through the dark just to find something honest.
Falling on my knees but somehow staying conscious.
Yeah, I’m just a fucking human…
And I’m finally enough.

Enough to break.
Enough to rise.
Enough to feel alive.
Enough for you....

Just Human

I was crawling in the dark like a dog with no name,
Talking to my shadow like the pain was a friend,
Drowning in the pity that I fed like a king,
Man, I swear I almost built a throne outta my own shame.
Yeah, I let the tears talk, let the fears walk,
Let the pressure pick my bones clean like a sidewalk.
I was praying for a miracle while choking on the guilt 
Then I snapped, like “Why the hell am I acting like I’m built soft?”
What?
I’m a grown man, not a puppet for my feelings,
Not a punching bag for trauma that should’ve died years ago.
I’m tired of the stories that I tell myself at midnight,
Tired of being scared of every shadow in my window.

I’m done begging for a hug from the darkness.
I’m done letting all my bruises write the narrative.
If life’s a battlefield, I ain’t dying in the trenches.
If there’s a throne in this mess, then I’m claiming it.

This ain’t crying anymore this is fire in the bloodstream.
This is “stand up or die” energy, clean-cut, mean.
I’m done breaking down… now I’m breaking through.
Yeah, I’m done folding  now I’m folding you.
All the fear, all the doubt, all the voices in my head —
Come close, let me show you who’s hanging by a thread.
I ain’t sinking with the ship, I’m the storm that hits instead.
Call it rage, call it growth  call it what the fuck you want —
I’m alive again.

I used to stare at the mirror like the glass had answers,
Like my reflection held the cure for every disaster.
Now I stare back like, “What’s up? You ready for war?”
’Cause I’m done being a victim on the floor of my own chapters.
Man, I wasted too much breath on excuses,
Too much energy on demons that don’t even pay rent.
If I fall again, fine, I’ll drag hell down with me,
Make the flames regret every second that they spent.
I ain’t soft nah, I’m forged in the furnace,
Built from the scraps of a life that tried to burn me.
I’m the voice that the silence couldn’t stomach anymore,
The roar that depression should’ve killed but couldn’t bury.

I used to tremble at the sound of my heartbeat,
Now it’s drum kicks, gun clicks, marching to the concrete.
I used to beg life to calm down, “Please, stop,”
Now I’m screaming, “Hit harder, I’m ready for the onslaught!”
Give me storms, give me chaos, give me trials, give me hurt —
I’ll grind every single one into diamonds in the dirt.
I’m a beast, I’m a pen-made weapon, sharpened by the worst.
If pain shaped me, then damn — pain got it reversed.

I ain’t fragile anymore, I ain’t crying anymore,
I’m the crack in the system, I’m the slam of the door.
If fear wants me back, it better bring reinforcements 
’Cause I’m done bowing down to my own misfortunes.
Stand up, breathe in, let the fury rebuild 
I’m the king of my mind now, and I love how that feels.
All the tears dried up, now the fire’s what spills.
Call it madness, call it healing 
Either way, it’s real.

I spent years thinking sadness meant depth,
Thinking darkness made me worthy, like pain was a friend.
But I get it now that mindset was a cage with no door,
Just lies dressed as comfort that kept me on the floor.
Now I’m armed with the truth and a blade made of hope,
And I’ll cut through every rope that my past tried to hold.
I won’t drown in the sorrow that I once called “home,”
I won’t bow to the voices that wanted me alone.
This is pride reborn  this is purpose on fire,
This is rage with direction, not aimless desire.
This is me knowing exactly what I bring to the table 
Not weak, not broken  just finally unstable
In the way a bomb is:
Dangerous but capable.

I ain’t breaking down 
I’m breaking open.
I ain’t falling apart 
I’m finally chosen.
If life wants a fight, then let’s get the thing going 
I’ll turn every bruise into fuel, and keep growing.
No more self-pity, no more crying in the dark,
No more letting old ghosts take control of my heart.
I’m a storm, I’m a spark, I’m a man with a purpose 
And I’m done letting pain tell me what I’m worth.

Breakdown

Home ain’t always home.
Sometimes it’s a smile painted over bars.
Sometimes it’s four walls whispering,
“You owe us who you are.”

“Family first,” that’s what they preach, right?
Funny how the “first” in line is always the fight.
Every hug came with a warning,
Every kiss came with a rule,
Every “We love you,”
Came with a version of me I had to prove.

They say I speak in storms,
But they’re the ones who taught me rain.
They said I’m dramatic
But who gave me all this pain?
Who taught me fear in the name of love?
Who taught me silence to keep them above?
Who wrapped me tight
Just to call it a hug?
Who clipped my wings
And called it “making sure you don’t get hurt”?

Nah
They feared the sky more than I did.
So they buried my flight
Before I ever learned to lift.

Why does “We’re just trying to help”
Feel like someone pressing thumbs into my chest?
Why does “We care”
Sounds like “Don’t you dare take one step”?

These walls got names.
Every brick’s a command I never agreed to take.
Every crack’s a truth I wasn’t allowed to say.
They said they’re keeping me safe
But all I feel is afraid.
Caught in a cage
Made of guilt, and love, and things I can’t explain.
They call it “family.”
I call it “chains.”
They call it “care.”
But it feels like they want me restrained.

I don’t blame them, that’s the worst part.
It’s hard to fight a prison
When the guards think they’re protecting your heart.
Hard to scream “LET ME OUT!”
When the ones holding the door
Are crying at the thought
Of you ever wanting more.

“Stay close.”
“Stay small.”
“Stay safe.”
Translation?
“Stay exactly where we can watch you fall.”
They built the box,
Then told me it was home.
Told me space was disrespect,
Told me wanting life was wrong.

And the guilt
God, the guilt is a masterpiece.
They play it soft on the strings in me.
Every time I try to move,
They break just enough
To pull me back with the line:
“Don’t you care about us?”

Love shouldn’t feel like panic.
Love shouldn’t feel like tiptoeing.
Love shouldn’t feel like drowning in someone else’s hoping.
Love shouldn’t feel like being the villain
For choosing your own story.
Love shouldn’t feel like apologizing
For wanting to exist fully.

These walls got names.
Every brick’s a demand that keeps me in place.
Every shadow is guilt painted over my face.
They say they’re keeping me safe—
But safety shouldn’t suffocate.
I’m stuck in a cage
Built by love, redesigned into pain.
They call it devotion.
I call it shame.
They call it “stay home.”
But home feels like
A lock with my name.

Maybe they don’t see the harm.
Maybe they’re blind to the scars.
Maybe they think the world is cruel
So they never saw the cruelty in how they held my arms.

But protection without trust
Is a prettier word for fear.
And fear disguised as love
Is the softest kind of spear.

One day I’ll walk out.
Not to leave them behind
But to stop leaving myself behind for them.
One day I’ll breathe air
Not filtered through their doubt.
One day I’ll speak
Without worrying who I’ll let down.
One day I’ll love them
Without losing myself in the amount.

One day I’ll stand outside
And look back without shame
And I’ll see the truth:
The door was always open…
But guilt kept writing my name
On every wall
So I’d think leaving
Was a sin I couldn’t reclaim.

These walls got names…
But none of them
Are mine.

Walls with names [UNCHAINED]

Yeah… I know what I am.
And I know what I run to.
And I know the place I call “home”
Ain’t a place anyone sane should live in.
But I’m addicted.
Addicted to the dark that raised me.

I don’t chase healing,
I chase the hole in my chest where it’s missing.
I don’t chase hope,
I chase the echo of pain that keeps hissing.
Every time life gives me sunlight,
I flinch like I’m blistering.
Every time joy knocks on my door,
I treat it like it’s a threat whispering.

I’m a vampire to my own happiness
Burn the second the warmth hits.
I’m ice that melts
When love tries touching my skin,
So I run back to the cold
Just to feel solid again.

Call it sick.
Call it twisted.
Call it broken.
But comfort is comfort,
Even if the bed is made of thorns
And the blankets smell like old storms
And the pillow whispers
“Come die a little more.”

I’m addicted to the void…
Yeah, the silence that screams.
The darkness that feels
More familiar than dreams.
I’m addicted to the fall,
’Cause falling’s the only thing
That ever felt like me.
Don’t save me—
I crawl back willingly.

I know what you’ll say:
“Just climb out.”
But the surface feels wrong,
Feels loud,
Feels proud,
Feels like a place I don’t belong now.

I’ve lived so long in the wounds
I started painting the walls of them,
Hanging pictures in the hurting,
Growing roots in the burning.
I built a home in the void
’Cause the world above
Felt like a language
I was never taught to speak.

Up there, I’m weak.
Down here, I’m known.
Up there, I’m shaking.
Down here, I’m stone.
Up there, everything feels borrowed.
Down here, everything feels my own.

You think suffering breaks you?
Nah.
Suffering shapes you.
Suffering becomes
The only religion you pray to.
And once you’ve knelt in that church too long,
You forget how to stand anywhere else.

I don’t need a savior.
I don’t want a cure.
I want the poison I grew up on,
’Cause it’s the only thing
I know how to endure.

I’m addicted to the void…
The dark is my drug.
The pain is my pulse.
The fall is my blood.
I’m addicted to the night
Where the monsters and I
Understand each other enough
To call it love.
Don’t rescue me
I keep crawling back above.

Yeah, I’m the crack-head of heartbreak,
Begging for another hit.
Give me misery straight to the vein,
Let it burn, let it spit.

Offer me a chance at peace
I’ll turn it down quick.
Offer me a meal
I’ll take another day sick.
Offer me heaven
I’ll choose hell in a heartbeat,
’Cause heaven feels fake,
And hell feels like concrete.

This ain’t depression,
This is devotion to the chaos that raised me.
This ain’t confusion,
This is clarity:
Pain is the only thing
That has never betrayed me.

Yeah
I’m the king of the dark corner,
Laying down like it’s a throne.
Don’t talk to me about sunlight
When I built an empire
Out of being alone.

And maybe one day I’ll crawl out…
Maybe.
But I know myself too well.
The moment I taste warmth,
I’ll miss the cold.
The moment I feel safe,
I’ll crave the old hell.

Comfort is a curse
When suffering’s the only place
You’ve ever felt whole.

Addict of the anguish,
Lover of the void,
Child of the damage.
I don’t need pity.
I don’t need light.
I just need space
To disappear into my night.

And if the world calls me broken
Fine.
Broken things shine different
When they’re held by the dark.
I’m addicted,
And I’ll return to the void
Until it burns up my heart.

Don’t pull me out.
Don’t call it wrong.
I’m addicted…
And that addiction
Is the only place
I’ve ever felt strong.

Addict

Why would I? 
I don’t want to hide it.
Not today.
Not anymore.
If the truth is ugly,
then let it show its teeth.

I woke up with my chest full of ghosts again,
all of them screaming for space.
I keep pretending I’m fine
’cause that’s what the world wants—
a pretty lie,
wrapped in a quiet voice,
wearing a smile that feels like skin I borrowed.

But I’m tired of that shit.

I’m tired of stitching myself shut
just to keep everyone else comfortable.
I’m tired of calling it “growth”
when it’s really just fear wearing a new jacket.
I’m tired of hurting
and calling it
normal.

Let me be honest
this is killing me.

Let me be honest
this is killing me.

I’m tired of hiding what’s breaking me open.
Tired of pretending these wounds are chosen.
Tired of saying “I’m good” when I’m frozen.
Tired of carrying storms I never even spoke in.

I’m honest
and honesty hurts worse than the pain.
But at least it’s real.
At least it’s mine.

Some days I feel like a poem that nobody wants to read,
the kind written in a dark room
by someone who stopped believing
they deserved to be understood.

Some days I feel like a dream
that someone woke up from too early
unfinished,
untouched,
unloved.

And some days…
I feel like a door
that everyone slammed
but nobody ever locked,
so everything still finds a way in.

I’ve been drowning in my head
with a smile printed on my face,
like a mask made of bruises
I never let heal
’cause they remind me who I am.

Maybe that’s messed up.
Maybe that’s me.

Either way
I’m done lying about it.

I’m tired of hiding what’s breaking me open.
I’m tired of calling it healing
when it’s really just hoping.

Yeah…
I’ve been living like a bomb
that never gets to explode.
Everyone keeps telling me
“Stay positive, stay strong,”
but none of them live in this road,
this fucked-up spiral
where the only thing louder than my heartbeat
is the thought
that maybe I’m too much
for this world
and too little
for myself.

I don’t want pity.
I don’t want hands on my back
telling me it’s gonna be okay.
I just want space to say
that sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes it’s hell.
Sometimes I’m the hell.
There
that’s honest.

If the world wants a version of me
that never bleeds,
it can take a number
and get in line.
’Cause bleeding is the only proof
I haven’t died inside.

I’m tired of hiding what’s breaking me open.
Tired of pretending my chest isn’t swollen.
Tired of swallowing storms unspoken.
Tired of being a body that’s barely coping.

I’m honest
and honesty feels like fire in my throat.
But at least it burns the lies away.
At least it leaves me whole.

Yeah…
I’m honest.
Not healed.
Not okay.
But fucking honest—
and for the first time…
that’s enough.

Honest

Yeah…
Turn the lights down.
Turn the spotlight up.
Now shut the fuck up 
Watch greatness work.

I walk in like a bomb with a countdown heartbeat,
Tick-tick BOOM  whole room shakes when I speak.
I don’t rap, man, I detonate syllables,
Rip through the beat till the beat ain’t critical.
I’m the pinnacle, mythical, clinically difficult,
Lines so spiritual, call it biblical 
But don’t twist shit, I’m not here to be minimal,
I’m here to flex till the sky gets cynical.
I’m THAT one the voice, the threat, the storm,
The bar so high you need wings just to reach my form.
Every word’s a blade  every breath’s a war.
I don’t climb to the top  I kick the fucking door.
I’m the glitch in the system, the king of the rhythm,
The venom, the vision, the absolute writt’n
Definition of “listen or die in the prism” 
Better kneel your ego when I’m spitting this wisdom.

Flow so fast I distort time,
Bars hit hard like a landmine.
I don’t rap  I redesign
Every single beat you try to climb.
Step to me? You flatline.
I treat rivals like punchlines.
My shadow wins in halftime 
That’s how far ahead I glide.
Check the scoreboard  I’m the whole league.
Check the throne it’s got my name deep.
Check the crown  tailored to my brainpiece.
Check the crowd  screaming like they can’t breathe.

Yeah, look at me now 
Center of the stage, whole world bows.
I don’t need luck, I don’t need doubts,
I just need a mic and the fear in your vowels.
Spotlight bright  that’s my halo.
My voice? Volcano.
My pen? Tornado.
I’m the fucking blueprint.
Say no more case closed.

I’m the star they warned you about 
The one with a mouth like a sword pulling out.
I don’t ease up  I don’t slow down,
I turn insecurity into a ghost in the crowd.
I’m the reason half these rappers quit early,
The reason the mic starts shaking when it hears me.
I’m the monster your talent fears
’Cause my rhyme schemes hit like a dozen spears.
My breath control?
Surgical.
My syllables?
Vertical.
My metaphors?
Unmerciful 
Take every beat and make it irreversible.
I’m a war-machine poet,
If I want the crown, I’ll show it.
If the rap game’s broken, I’ll own it,
Fix it, kill it, resurrect it 
Call it any name, I’m the one who controls it.

I’m in the booth like a god with an overload,
Lines so sharp they could carve up the Holy Ghost.
Speed so brutal that the BPM overdosed,
I break every bone in the beat  call it broken prose.
I’m the top of the top of the top 
Layer that shit till it pops.
Levels? I’m several beyond.
Pedal’s on metal, I’m gone.
You chase me?
Dead end.
Erase me?
Try again.
Replace me?
Never been.
Face me?
Tell me when.
’Cause I’m the storm, the lightning, the wind.
I’m the voice that the reaper can’t win.
I’m the rage, the spine, the pen,
I’m the one they all fear when I grin.

I’m in the booth like a god with an overload,
Lines so sharp they could carve up the Holy Ghost.
Speed so brutal that the BPM overdosed,
I break every bone in the beat  call it broken prose.

I’m the top of the top of the top 
Layer that shit till it pops.
Levels? I’m several beyond.
Pedal’s on metal, I’m gone.
You chase me?
Dead end.
Erase me?
Try again.
Replace me?
Never been.
Face me?
Tell me when.
’Cause I’m the storm, the lightning, the wind.
I’m the voice that the reaper can’t win.
I’m the rage, the spine, the pen,
I’m the one they all fear when I grin.

Yeah, look at me shine 
The spotlight bends just to worship my lines.
I don’t do mercy, I don’t do kind,
I tear up the world just by opening my mind.
Crown on my head  fits perfect.
I don’t chase thrones I deserve it.
Call me what you want  legend, tyrant, serpent 
But when the beat drops?
I’m the motherfucking purpose.


They said we were born free…
but they wrote the script before we could speak.
And they call that choice?
They call that life?
They call that truth?

I call it strings.

Strings on our thoughts.
Strings on our fears.
Strings on the parts of us
we thought were ours.

Yeah, I’ve been watching the world
dance to a rhythm it never chose,
people marching in circles
like the path is all they know.

Politics preaching salvation
like they weren’t the ones
who lit the fire.
Religion drawing borders
on souls made of stars,
calling it “higher.”

Culture selling cages
painted in colors that blind,
telling us we’re “free thinkers”
while rewriting what we find.

And we swallow it
hooks, lies, halos, flags,
like we’re so scared of the truth
we’d rather break under the drag.

Everyone searching for meaning
in the ruins of a system
built to keep us down,
praying to the sky
for a heaven designed
by the same hands
that profit when we drown.

Funny how they call it “faith”
when fear holds the rope.
Funny how they call it “freedom”
when the cage gives you hope.

We’re just puppets
strings tied tight to the stories they feed us.
Puppets
told what to love, who to trust, what completes us.
Puppets
marching to a beat that bleeds us.
And the saddest part?
We don’t even see it happen.
We call it life…

But we’re puppets.

I’ve seen people build beliefs
like walls around their pain,
then worship the ones
who gave them the chains.

Heard prophets and presidents
sell miracles made of fear,
promising heaven or safety
if we fall in line right here.

They say the afterlife is waiting
like a prize for being tame—
but funny how the rules of heaven
look exactly like their game.

Culture tells you who to be
before you even breathe,
teaches you which mask to wear
and calls it “identity.”

Truth is
we were born wild,
born burning,
born questioning the throne,
but somewhere between
the cradle and the coffin,
they turned our fire into stone.

And we nodded.
And we bowed.
And we clapped.
Like the show wasn’t about
keeping us small
while they grew loud.

They don’t need fences
when they own your beliefs.
They don’t need chains
when you kneel willingly.

We’re just puppets
living in illusions crafted for control.
Puppets
holding onto lies like they make us whole.
Puppets
souls on strings sold as “goals.”
And the cruelest part?
They teach us to love our prison.
We call it faith.
We call it culture.
But it’s puppets.

I’m not saying burn the world
I’m saying wake the hell up.
Every story that they hand us
comes with poison in the cup.
Every truth they “teach” us
has a price we never chose.
Every heaven they promise
is a tool to keep us closed.

Fear is currency.
Control is art.
And we’re the product
torn apart.
This isn’t chaos
it’s a blueprint.
A masterpiece of limitation
sold as purpose and salvation.

And we buy it.
Every. Single. Time.

Look
If devotion needs obedience
it’s not devotion, it’s demand.
If freedom needs permission
it’s not freedom, it’s a brand.
If truth can’t survive a question
then the truth is just a scam.

They don’t want you thinking
they want you scared.
They don’t want you rising
they want you prepared
to follow the line,
follow the leader,
follow the faith,
follow the feeder.

We’re raised to kneel,
taught to trust
the crowns that rust,
the words that dust,
but tell me
why do the ones who preach of peace
always pull the strings on us?

We’re just puppets
minds locked tight in someone else’s vision.
Puppets
taught to chase a future built on fiction.
Puppets
dancing in a cage and calling it ambition.

But here’s the truth
I’d rather tear these strings
and bleed on the way out
than die believing
their illusion is my mission.

Yeah…
We’re puppets.
Fucking puppets.
But we don’t have to stay that way.

Puppet

I always pictured myself strong
Not this trembling version,
Not this fake king with cardboard armor,
Not this man who breaks
Every time life whispers instead of yells.
Yeah…
This is me talking to the mirror,
And the mirror ain’t impressed.

I hate how scared I am,
How one little problem feels like a war I can’t win.
I hate how I freeze up,
How my voice dies when I need it the most.
Talking big dreams like I’m meant to rule something,
But can’t even rule my own thoughts,
Can’t even fight my own panic,
Can’t even walk through a storm
Without shaking like it’s judgment day.

Everybody wants to be a hero
But I’m the type who’d drop the sword
Before the fight even starts.
I talk about lifting mountains
Like I can’t even lift my own heart.
Man… that’s the part that stings the hardest.

I dreamed of power.
But I’m powered by fear.
I dreamed of greatness.
But I can’t even think clear.
I dreamed of being unstoppable
But I’m stopped by everything near.

Look at me
Stressing at the smallest noise,
Shaking at the smallest choice.
How am I supposed to be a shield
When I can’t even trust my own voice?

How do I protect the one I love
When I fold under pressure like wet paper?
How do I promise forever
When I break in the middle of “I’ll try later”?

I’m tired of this weak version of me,
This knockoff,
This cheap copy of the monster I wanted to become.
I’m tired of pretending I’m built different
When I’m built like a pile of fears
Holding hands and calling themselves “human.”

I’m weak.
God, I’m weak…
Not the man I swore I’d grow into.
Not the hero I imagined.
Just the echo
Of the strength I wish was true.

But maybe
Maybe weakness isn’t the end.
Maybe the fact that I’m breaking
Means I know where to begin.
Maybe I’m not strong yet
Because I’ve never had something worth lifting myself for.
Maybe I never climbed
Because I never had a reason to reach the top
Until now.

Yeah, maybe love is the fire in my lungs,
The spark that tells fear,
“Move aside, he’s not done.”
Maybe she’s the reason
I’ll grab the walls of this pit
And drag myself up
Even if my nails crack
And my bones split.

Maybe I’ll learn to stand.
Maybe I’ll learn to swing.
Maybe I’ll learn to breathe
In the middle of a storm
Instead of hiding under everything.
Maybe the weakness I’m drowning in
Is just the version of me
I’m supposed to kill
Before the real me begins.

I’ve been scared so long
I forgot fear doesn’t own me.
I’ve been weak so long
I forgot strength grows slowly.
I’ve been lost so long
I forgot climbing starts
With reaching out for something holy
And she’s the only thing
That ever felt like “go.”

Yeah, I’m weak
But I’m done staying down.
I’m done letting fear be king,
Done letting doubt wear the crown.
If love is the push,
Then watch me rise from the ground.
I’m weak
But not forever.
I’m weak
But I’m learning how to climb now.
Step by step, breath by breath…
I swear one day
I’ll be the man
I dreamed about.

J. Ash Dusk

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