Malherido

On the edge of hell
Almost about to fall
Alive, dead, always neutral
And in this fight, you’re not here

Anguish, depression, anxiety
Ghosts, frustration, loneliness

Wounded
I know I am
But I still insist
I won’t lose today, no!
Wounded!
I’ll see you again today
And in the next round, I’ll win

I’m already in and I just want
All of that and more
Red, black, green, zero
And in this fight, you’re not here

You scratch your insides and find
Anguish, depression, loneliness

Wounded

On this dark cloth
My truth reflects
Surrendered to self-deception
I don’t know how to learn
And I don’t know how I’ll get back
To my home!!!

Wounded