lunes, 11 de julio de 2011

That voice

I still hear that voice in my mind.
It chases me, haunts me, and in dreams -
it whispers to me.
It is a stowaway in my head that was installed there.
It has been a long time since it travels with me,
always by my side.
Sometimes it caresses me,
and there are others in which it hits me.
And sweetly it vomits words
that remained etched in my body and -
in my red heart.
It mutters "you fell again",
it shouts "you are a mess"
and it says "you must be perfect"
Be perfect... Be perfect...