Nowhere lights

All that I can see 
a gold mystic spree, 
a seething routine 
I could never navigate
cause maybe, 
and just maybe,
I like to stray.

Enough

Pero hay cosas bonitas: no más bonitas, ni menos, solo bonitas. Y con eso ya basta.

The Rip

Wild, white horses

they will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark underneath.