miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008


i don't care about the life,
i don't care about love,
i'don't care about anything,
i only care about my dead soul...

you can hear the voices around your head:
let me kill myself today,
let me go to the graveyard and dig my own,
'cause today i'm living out my time...

can you see my tears???
are lies, i'm weak, i'm dead.
can you smell my dead body???
it's real, it's my own limbs suicides...

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Ohhh Is a good poem..
Well If I can describe your words..
But is a little bit emotional..
What do you think about that?..
Don't you think.?
Sometimes the humans feel like this..
try to smell my dead body.. is good..