segunda-feira, 2 de setembro de 2013

I live for the profane,
I live for the void,
walking astray...
I always end up alone

I had a dream
but can not remember it.
Today, after obsessive and bad moments
I float; my feet unlearned  to walk.

After all the cold does not bother,
my skin feels no pain, rusty heart...
After all the cold becomes friend
and the storm becomes light breeze.

A long time ago I had a life...
Lie, I never had one
I persisted, I fought, I failed!
Screaming until voiceless...

Then kept my silence forever

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