#re

I have everything and I will lose everything,
It happened once and it will happen again,
Says the thought that unravels like smoke
With every deep breath taken, every
Moment of pain that I count as disappearing.
Poof.

I have everything and I will lose everything.
Every single thing that I have upon myself
As dear, beautiful, meaningful, it will,
One day, be gone. A memory
Haunting the nights without the light
And asking me again: What if…?

I have everything and I will lose everything.
This is the curse written deep inside,
On the roots of the soul, where the sun goes to die,
In the cells of my muscles, where life
Throws daily parties, without having a Why?.

I have lost everything after getting to have
Everything.
And I have been rebuilding myself ever since
Don’t promise me everything, or anything at all
If you know, if you do know that
You’re gonna take away from me your gift,
Leave me cold hearted, empty,
I have no heart to rebuild anymore…

I have everything and I will lose everything
This is an obsession dressed as a mantra,
The history of the losses cutting deep into
My skin, my soul and my ambition,
Stealing the start of the story in the sunny day
When I have lost myself for the first time..
Since then,
Everything and anyone else I’m losing
Is just a pale reflection of that breaking point.
Another wound in the cemetery of the unfinished stories
For when the personal history’s just too Heavy to be carried on.

I’ve lost everything and all I have
Are the memories that haunt my mind,
Minute after minute, until the point
Of making my head become a dead place,
Undressed of dreams and colors,
An empty field where nothing ever grows
Anymore. Spinning
Day after day around the same
Three or four sequences that left
Fire traces on the soul
And opened the door to emotions I can’t control

I have everything and I will lose everything,
That’s the only life cycle that I know
And the faithful shadow following everywhere I go.
I am the one who counts losses
Instead of sheep when I try to sleep,
While imagining and recalling all
The ways and the times that I was forced to rebuild,
Just me and that handful of emotions,
Everything left that could be called a life,
Still keeping an eye on the horizon
While remembering now stranger hands
Touching my body and even stranger eyes
Leaving scars on my soul.

Yes, I have everything, but what if
Everything that made life feel alive
Was left in a past where I can not go back anymore?
Does this still count as death, or is it
How everyone else says, just a passenger phase?
How do you know what living from leftovers
Could feel like, when all you have is now?

Yes, I’ve lost everything again,
Trapped in the spiral of the three re:
Remember, relive, relapse
But above all the losses that I count
The ones keeping me up at night
Are just my mind and way to feel
I miss the way they made life real
And hate you for taking away
The little good of every day.