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Sex on fire

The alltime wish to say at loud: I want you! I love you! I desire you!
It runs through my skin so badly that it almoust scapes on its own, without a listener... yeap, there's none to hear it, but the wish to say it... just to say it. I would create images in my head, scenes of perfect compulsion, disruption of a day and a night. I kinnda miss the shadow that used to be around, jus the shadow -don't get it wrong. I don't want the words, nore the smile or the touch or the kiss that hurted to the very core after those eyes of fire and blade... No, I want the shadow back, the unholy shadow... The immortal picture of that someone that I could just yeld those words at. Haha... Sounds lonely, doesn't it?
"Sex on fire" just got me thinking about the feellings that I bury deep down for a while, it kinnda brougth them back, is here now... they're back now. I'm out there seeking for a connection, will I find it? Maybe I want to much... Maybe we all do.
Reality is just a social construct, the real deal is behind the doors, under the bed, inside the closet where the monsters are, where the shadows lay. Reality is a bitch, she bites and fights. I read a lot, a hear tons of music, I watch movies and tv, just to avoid her, because she can be hurtfull and I'm not ready to face her... Not tonight, tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm an idealist, a dreamer. What's wrong? Am I on the wrong side of the road? Am I supouse to live on the other edge? Should I be letting her tight me down to whatever she wants? Hell no! I'll never... She'll never... I will remain me for as long as I can give a fight, I will see her but I will not follow, because I can. Yeah, yeah, go on, analyze me. I'm broken, I'm insecure and crazy, and I don't give a deamn, for as long as I can do -create- my own version of her, I will. You should too.
Living outside is no good, there's chaos and controlled anarchy, there's killing and war, global warming, polution, injustice, stress, diseases, there's politics, bureaucracy, crime... There's a world about to fall apart, and we are just a bunch of witnesses. Can we do something? Tell me the truth, not another dream, not another ideal, not another speach... I want the truth, can I change anything? If I fight and I raise my voice, if I sign petions, if I march, would it change? Has it? Am I blind?
Sorry folkes, I'm staying here with my little dream and with the desire of that shadow to return so I can go outside and scream that name so loud... It might get other upset, but I don't mind, as long as I have a real reason to fight, as long as I find the way to change something around here, I will stand and yeld and scream, and kick, as hard as I can.
Léase bajo la influencia de los Kings of Leon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94RNp7veIJE
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