sexta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2013

The days slips through me                    
Burying me in shadows
Of horrible memories.

Numb, I live.
Little are the secrets that can awake
A poor soul that never gave.
Swallowed by an envious snake
Whispers made me her slave.

Numb, I still live.
With a heart full of tragedy
The flame flew away
Leaving a smile glad with agony.

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