jueves, 15 de agosto de 2013

The crime scene

I came back at the crime scene
Just to see if I still feel
Focusing on each sore
I find myself in pain 

 Does it hurt?

My heart faster starts to beat
As if trying to escape
Feeling as being driven to hell
Not knowing where to go 
Wanting to go home

We are flesh and bone
An odd blend of love
Love and  hate
Hate and love. 

Doomed to forget. We are in this together but each man kills what he loves. the page remains blank, unfinished, same as the previous one... 

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