I'm sick of false hopes.
I'm tired of typing in anything ...
no longer resist the urge to have you.
I let my hands run,
inexperienced,
the paths of your body.
flood I let my mind whispers,
for more. Lucky
lost, empty hands,
blank paper, cigarettes and worn out, burned out lights
,
impossible situations.
A stupid that I always refused to believe ... Silent Screams
exploit the pressure to take over our souls
a more of the situation ...
Despair and corruption, violation
and inviting. New
screams pierced my ears, making my uncertainties
increase over the second ...
Tick tock, tick tock ...
Terrible song,
monstrous and cryptic.
A second least in my life, a second longer.
of madness and emptiness.
letters and tears.
cry for each of the second
Tick tock, tick tock ...
not see my tears, is not it?
Once again I started dancing my silent tears ...
Once again I turn to despair ...
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock ....
Well I wrote this for centuries, but you can not miss on my blog.
0 comments:
Post a Comment