The people are bad and strange. Sometimes the neon lights shine in them hearts but that fake faces never give up to broke our hearts. Well, this is it. This life is dark, is fuck.
In this world, they, you, we are ghost killers of the hope. We destroy us. What will happend with us? Who talk about the problem? Maybe now we're die, now we're lost.
Wall, hell, it's same. Once upon a dream I saw a world in peace, calm. But it's only that, a ridiculus dream.
My heart is death, my soul and my spirit. But...
Some day if we come together... If we never give up... If we forget the hate...
A wonderful world will be back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Recolectando Fragmentos De Mi Alma Rota
PoesíaNo sé si escribo, respiro o existo al mismo tiempo, pero quisiera no hacerlo. En fin, la siguiente es una recopilación de los fragmentos de mi pasado, presente y futuro a los que llamo alma. Y no son más que intentos de poemas de mi mente averiada q...
