Spitting out pieces of this broken love

Barbwired hands and the spiked love

Everytime you handle the silence it begins to bleed
As if it were a slaughtered pig

Caressing and beating

And now I'm pretty sure
You are blind to suffering
Loving
Or hating
You are blind to the other people's feelings.

Can't help wondering how are you able to see with your own eyes people you say you love with a whole sea about to fall down their eyes, how can you kill and judge just spitting out words as swords and later on try to heal the wounds with early morning kisses and a shower of unwanted presents.

You, that leave me as black and sad as the rain on a cloudy Sunday.
Fogging my mood
With those swordlips you own and are so poorly proud of.
Ripping my heart apart
Tearing with painful and mouthful words my loveable force
Leaving a sticky and stinky trace throughout my whole body
The stink of fear
The stink of shattered love

Now I'm not that sure
Not as I was before.
Now all I'm able to feel
Hateful but patient and grateful
It's the cold breath coming out my nostrils
The icy roads where my name one day drove away, scared and bruised, as the name of the broken child whose soul pieces weighted as iron, and had to carry on his father pain and fears and couldn't stop licking the itching, unhealthy wounds that would never know cicatrization.
Despite his burdens keeps on getting stronger inside.
Despite his power, each time a word starts slashing at that broken soul, he feels the old burdens on his back, as a sack of bones
And the name of the father without father
The unteachable student in the school of respect whose voice were of molten gold, beautiful but treacherous.
A voice burning and blinding
A heartquake maker
As if a volcano had erupted within him
The golden volcano of mistreatment
Melting everything that get in its way
Be it son
Wife
Daughter
Or its own being.