Ire
Burning the ashes like a freak
Like a coward in the middle of the fishes
In the middle of the crowd, i saw a man holding a gun
I saw a lady holding a phone. Talking
When people are talking
When people are talking with expressions
Not words that hurt you
But their eyesight
But their smile
One day we settle all of these shits
People are jerks sometimes or whatever
Time are jerks sometimes or whatever
Everyone loyal until the storm comes and it is fine
I hate hugs like that, that i don’t have
I try to not envy, i really do
But God, my anger. My anger really became my friend
Not in advance but at heart that i don’t give a damn
It looks like i’m going to go back to the road holding a gun
(2019)