A New Me

I made a new me with carbon fiber and tears,

with old solutions, drops and a gear

So I could go back to my smelly grave

And try to convince myself that I’m not afraid

I made a whole new me with cigarettes fragrance,

Pills of Oxycodone and some vodka bottles.

Hoping so bad that I could see in tones

All the colors of my pain,

All the scratches in my bones.

And from my ashtray I made a heart

That I can control from far away.

I thought it was smart,

I thought the distance would fade away

My lust and my pervert sins

But, instead of it made it burn

All my innocence and brought my concerns

To where this odd new me begins.