Ottersea of Nagem

Sometimes I feel broken

Want to commit suicide just to feel alive and have these words spoken

When I die I don't want to lie but that shit is chosen

By the pigs of a suiciaty and this city with lights so golden

Again I speak that I'm broken

I'm in love and this crescendo is just another momento for the moments that haunt me

This poem is just another hurt shit

Of a sad old young man doubting if each second is worth it

And we all heard it, the split of bones, a broken soul

Or all the photographs burned in your mind 'bout the girl kid

Never let it go because no else could understand it so just listen to this

 

She's a black rose, shit I mean a thorned rose

Wrapped in my cracked core that I can't let go

I can't grow while I'm trying to remember

Why I should hate her but I'm trapped in her splendor

I can't wait for December to be a frozen twisted petal

A masochistic picking up the broken glass of the sculpted ice

Desperately wanting to hold it tight while she gives me the coldest bite

Hands are black over the shade of your photographs

Rainbows are black

Nothing seems the same since there's no lame jokes and laughs

Just another act taking the chance, out of breath as I dry heave

Inside this broken mind is another fight scene

Just another puppet tied to figure out what life means

Aint no saint that ever tried to feel the night breeze

Another small drink

Alcoholic burn and its been a while since

The all this honest hot list of emotion of a love towards an ottersea

A hard bliss, another odyssey of a dumb click

Please miss, odd it seems I'm still me

Wanna see God but I'm part of the wrong I see

Odd, I see that the devil's in me

Just another C average who drowns down the sea of the ottersea of Nagem

Gem? Na just an enigma or a saint one

I aint one, just another uglinessessary to make fun

My petrichor fell on the crown of thrones I want you to wear as a wedding ring

On a day like this, I'll like to know more about the strangest kiss

To grace my lips soaked in blood in the nightmare I call a daydream

Want to study hieroglyphics to know the meaning of all the dots connected by your freckles

Then I wake up with empty shell of a pigment

Raise your image while you hold our distance that may be my figment

Just another written vision of a stubborn bigot who doesn't listen

Maybe I'm just sentimental or just another patient ready to go mental

It's a pure intent when we whisper too intense cause you said 'be gentle'

Fingertips feeling you stress, absorbing your scent, only then that's when it's too late to go

Lately, that's how these dreams taste these days

Every single step I make seems to always end up a mistake

Blindfolded walking through center stage

I don't need to age to feel that I'm at the state of dead

Throat is bleeding, confidence slipping, swallowing the pride I hold within

Neasuos living with feeling called love

Yet you're miles above the bottom pit of hell I reside

Feel dead inside to know that I'm still alive

Can't change the past but kiss it now and make it last

Time to turn this divertimento to it's crescendo

Divirtiéndo mea drinking blood in an open bottle

Getting drunk to break all the models

You know the motto, I've been so bravado

I spoke as if I was broken

But I can disinfect the cuts with the blue oceans

Every day we live with heavy choices

Every time I look at her, look at me, drown me in a sewer full of poison

Look at me, Look at her, and understand the notion

How I was able to drown in the shallowest lagoons

The darkness that consumes, the sadness, the gloom

Sleep together ripping each others hearts apart

She truly is pretty in the dark

Confide in me, fine with me, another friend hears why I'm me

Dear diary, my lip's cracked as I try to speak back

At what I lack walking with lion's feet

I am weak

Defiant enough to reach the peak

Whiskey speaks and the choirs sing

It's enough to play this five year hide and seek

So tell me pretty lady underneath the hundreth skin

Sundered by the upper teeth wolves that I know

A dream of a dream of fingertips graceful to let go

Is it okay for me to let go from your soft lips

Soft voice, warm harms, warm hearts, no love, it's just this

Just another melonchalia to kiss on your bottom lip my ottersea

 

So I get to live another day

I can celebrate because my soul is being caged

I stay awake to look forward my sweet dream escape

Either way, it's okay

It's okay

In then end I'll able to keep warm

Under the cover of my own soul from the thunderstorms

I won't ever get touched by the silent rainfall

Walk another mile to find the next one

Live life alone or overdose at Red Rocks

They call her by Megan Ciotta

Kathleen, best friend, white bitch, Sea Otta'

And here I am standing over so confident

Knowing I'll reach my accomplishments

Be the picture of insecure and the opposite

It's a path of glory and it'll end as just another saddened love story

Where I married my depression, sang my emotional confessions

Live my best not to regret my misdirections

And turn the saddened love story to another fight towards me

 

 

They call her by Megan Ciotta

Kathleen, best friend, white bitch, Sea Otta'

 

Megan Ciotta

Kathleen, best friend, white bitch, Sea Otta'

 

call her by Megan Ciotta

Kathleen, best friend, white bitch, Sea Otta'

 

Megan Ciotta

Kathleen, best friend, white bitch, Sea Otta'