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Never Stop -trans. version-The feeling I'm still keeping, the heart wich I cling, and the forces that I have inside , are maybe, a lot of words that you'll never understand.Never Stop -trans. version-
Because I could never explain, and out of my mouth never more, what only my past understands, what only God understands, and accept, for those ones that belive no longer, for those ones that walk no longer.
Prostrated in a counter, without sense nor function, everybody repeats incessantly, words that they know by heart, and their hearts will never understand.
And my hands are n
by ~moonyx
One more -trans. version-I can think if life is a labyrinth, if the last step is my destiny, that the Reaper awaits with a bottle of wine, getting drunk and loosing his senses.One more -trans. version-
And every step, one more, and every wound, one more, I feel my chest burning, demons biting my feet, don't let me fall.
Aldana Tellechea Moony Artworks © 2006
by ~moonyx
PagesPages and pages of my diary. The diary I wrote since I was 14. Yes, I still write it. “He recognised me”. ”Yesterday he smiled at me!” 3 years. And on, and on.. Pages of happiness, of sorrow, of you, of me. Of her. When I didn’t mind, when I cried. Pages over pages.Pages
Of tears. Pages of you. Because you were always there, no matter how many girls you had, no matter how many boys I kissed. You were there. ”Yesterday he talked to me”. ”Ohhh.. He greeted me, firstly!”. And on and on. My memory runs through this pieces of paper. Fragile, as everything’s been between us.
by ~MeetYourNemesis
ShameSitting there, staring at the piece of paper, urging the words to surface once again, words with the venom , the ecstacy of pain to remind you once more; that you can still create,Shame
that you can still weave a gossamer web so fine, so magical, that your own worthlessness gets entrapped in it, to crystallize into a thing of beauty.
The words don't heed your call, they just float around like wisps of smoke from your cigarette, always there, always alluring, but just out of reach. The demons of doubt begin to gnaw at you, The need to prove yourself begins to get
by ~scarred-angel
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