miércoles, 7 de octubre de 2015


Suffering madness ,
suffering cold
making some manners
extremely deep in a hole.

Keep there some dreams
make many things
starting the whole fire
without gasoline.

I hear some voices
breaking scores
silence is voiceless
the sky is almost gore

You pray for the heaven
and cry for the clouds
she is making some noise
are you really proud?

Just leave the pain
ignoring this soul
your body under rain
it is going wrong.

The darkness is watching
the sadest creature
and the madness is making
this place insecure.

When you hate your scares
but they keep you alive
Like if nobody thinks that
you are not going to survive...

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