If only they knew (Huracán Rojo's Off-Camera Instrospection)
Dec 2, 2015 0:50:17 GMT
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Some times life doesn’t turn out the way you wanted to be. At least, part of it. Most times than not, that part is the part you had control over from the very beginning. A wrong decision could lead to the wrong path and that path could lead to a downward spiral from which there’s no turning back.
That’s precisely what has happened to me, I decided to venture myself into the unknown, leave the comfort stardom in Mexico brought me. Leave the legacy my father and brother paved for me, even if it seemed like I only became a star due to my brother disappearing. Leave everything I had going for me in order to pursue what many could consider a foolish dream… the dream of being an international star.
I came to the US thinking things would be as easy as they were back in Mexico. That my fame there would translate here, after all it was in Texas and word spreads like wild fire across the border. But I was wrong, not only I didn’t know shit about the language and had to learn it from scratch, and still talk with a funny accent that many make fun of. But I’ve also have had to deal with more than one insult just by being what I am… an immigrant.
“The American Dream” so they call it, yeah… more like “The American Nightmare”… and that’s when Death shows it’s claws.
A wrong choice can lead you to perdition and that’s where I find myself. Death following me to every place I go and every corner I turn to. Death creeping on my neck and making me do things and think things otherwise I wouldn’t… Death wanting to completely consume me…
If only they knew my battles and my struggles… if only they knew I’m not the hero they think I am. That I’m frustrated with him being so GOODY TWO SHOES… that… life isn’t what I thought it would be… that my fucking eighteen years in this world have lead me to this point in which I know there’s no return… just… embracing the fact that I’M A DEAD MAN… and that I’m walking because SHE wants me to.
If only they knew that I breath fire and dream about brimstone… if only they knew I feel like I’m walking straight to my death bed… if only they knew… the kind of storm that’s brewing inside of me… the RED STORM that is trying to find it’s way out into the world… hand to hand with death…
IF ONLY THEY KNEW… the REAL… DEMON… that lies inside….
Yes… IF ONLY THEY KNEW….
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