The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

jueves, noviembre 24, 2011

I'm not dead


I'M NOT DEAD, JUST FLOATING

Right between the ink of your tattoo

in the belly of the beast we turned into

I'M NOT SCARED, JUST changing

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