quarta-feira, 11 de junho de 2008


Dark mass inside my brain.
Darker still stain inside my heart.
In my black dreams you sail trough every wave of my spiders web.
White with your steps, green with your light brown eyes.

Inside is, tough without you, pain.
And still you ask how I am, even seeing you each moment.
I think you are running in my veins like venom.
Let's hope I'm not yours.

Already sucking my gray vessels into a glass, so that I can drink you whenever I want to.

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