Half Full

He shatters your glasses
The ones that are half full
You've forgotten what romance is
You need to regain some control

Your physical body, a corps
What is his flesh when he is deceitful?
He looks like he is rotting, but of course
His flesh before you are merciful

Rip, tear, thrashes you
Must I remind you of your beauty?
Cluster-fucking smashes you
As if it is his duty

Everyone has something to offer,
And so you give out too many chances
And then misery comes and bids you the honor,
And with you, misery dances.

Each person, a seed to grow an idea
But what does he give to you?
Immersion, the need to show a criteria
Be more decisive so you can save you