martes, 13 de noviembre de 2012

Alone I pray for calmer seas.

My head does a spin,
goes forward going a little behind.
I embrace the sin
of hateful desires in my heart.

Despite the gain, 
Despite the loss, 
All that was left were sorrows
of the unaccomplished goals, 
that wouldn't give my mind a break.

The smell of other people skins, 
the scream of others pain, 
me, just me. 
The begining of an end.

I couldn't love, 
I couldn't love me.

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