domingo, 20 de julio de 2014

It hurts

as dark
as your look
distressed in the dispair,
falling slowly in the time.
I'm lost in some unknown place.
Where is my angel to hold me?
I'm a rose that has lost the petals.
I left only thorns and pain, like a dark flower
but i am still beautiful, dangerously bautiful, I'm dying slow.
Cry in the void of an infinity wich is not mine.
I try to escape the inevitable, I'm captured by the sky.

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