Breathing void

Feeling like a sad song that no one wants to listen, I spend my days walking the endless road to nowhere. Lost from the world, trying to connect with myself, finding I'm worth something that is nothing... to everyone else. Faster, faster my life sheds its skin, creeping quietly my monster escapes from within. Tales forsaken in the mist, for that, that shall never be, will die soon. Thoughts evade my mind, escape from their captive and corrode the air around, thoughts of torture, madness, killing intentions... creep in the back wall of my mind... death burns, life in ashes to the destiny of man, my heart's pleasure
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escrito: 21-11-2007