Rook Piercing Infection

I shot a man dead.

.. and so I rested.
I climbed up to embrace the smell of white chocolate ..
of old car seats leather used .. .. and mellow tones of voices.

Colorao loosing my concern faces impediments to love ... .. .. brakes diseases let live.
not expecting anyone. The cabinets were empty
my shelter .. steps back my salvation .. and .. you could not.
You could not look up.

was an ember thrown in his face .. a stick and hands to cover ..
was a flash that tighten strings.

.. You could not.
You could not go to sleep .. or go out alone in the bathroom ..
could not get .. you could not hear.

You gave food to the steel inside. Tremor want to stop.
It gave our age .. that free and sunniest ever heavier loads atrocious.

is protected by a natural instinct. They got
walls .. you read different parts.

And if it happened that ... well ... we had good cuts stirred impure madness .. ..
moments when nothing appeared after the present.


But I'll leave you .. I have already left. Go kill yourself .. ..
tear you from suffering more acute.
not want it anymore.
I no longer need.

I now have resumed their hands ..
I recovered my legs ..
I recovered the voice ..
and I can say ... .. we want to dream ....

You're dead.
faded leather inside the car.
Inside the oblivion of monsters in the dark.

Inside God's forgiveness
Where I meet.

Never Again '.