Insanity drives me through a jungle of bleeding flowers, transforming my emotions into a fiery blade.
In order to consummate, I have to present you a beautiful scar.
Who's that fearless shadow?
And why are his hands stained with blood?
Oh, he murdered his own anxiety.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
