tahicardia

There was this girl that waited still Above my eye, the left and ill Just asking me from time to time "why do you run?" That strange and little fucked up girl... Her soul was buying a new soul A whole new kind of black and grey and white. When she began to brush her hair The souls were having an affair The sex, oh, wild and scary sir lip biting. The question lays above my head It's odd ,I still don't understand... what did she mean- I run? I'm here in this chest.

What makes us care? Bugs on my brain and fields of despair throw me a rope and I have a knife to crochet some holes. My poor beating heart.

Zambesc cu toata inversunarea mea de a nu plange si ma ridic cu privirea fixa pe fruntea ta,insa asta nu inseamna ca te slavesc in tacere sau ca imi supun vrerea nostalgiilor tale. Cand zbier nu inseamna ca ma doare,ci ca mi-e dor de sunetele emotiilor puternice si tu nu trebuie sa asculti. Cam fiecare sita ma cerne,dar eu curg toata...Asta e puterea mea!