JAURE

"la vida real es mas cruel que tus fotos"

Frio... I woke, cold and alone Adrift in an open sea Caught up in regrets And tangled in nets Instead of your arms wrapped around me And I wept, but my tears are anathema here Just more water to fill my lungs I hear someone scream "Oh God what is it that I've done?" I am drowning in a digital sea I am slipping beneath the sound Here my voice goes to ones and zeros I'm slipping beneath the sound A song from somewhere below Deadly and slow begins Both sickly and sweet Now picking up speed Ushering in the world's end And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark "Oh how could I have been so wrong?" But above the screa