Incubus29

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... Quite las manos de mis ojos pensando verte parada frente a mi. Pero solo estaba tu recuerdo,tu no estavas ahi...

His room was small and gray with a tiny bed. All around him, apparently, was old and childish. Under your bed was a box where she kept her toys and some pictures of strange and beautiful places. A memorable detail was the vast and extensive library that occupied much of the small room. He had books on his desk, beside, below and above your bed, even in countless boxes, drawers and shelves. And despite the huge number of books in his room had the strangest thing was that, at least, had read once. Despite having 12 years 5 months and 7 days old, had never left that small room. Living in four cold concrete walls. A lifetime. Despite this she

Reflected in the mirror, I saw only shadows and darkness, a reflection perhaps I'm just vain? never existed, answered. Only you were a doll which use smashing, stabbing, "love? I think not. Do not know how I feel about you, is it love? or is just pain? love, pain, does it matter if it's the same for you and others who live in a dull world without light, without oxygen, without God. Do not you think, darling the moon disappears for us and for our non-existent love, my tears and my cries for my blood and my pain. And without life, I curse, spit and you mock me, my fault that your life became hell, that'd be better off without me, and