I'm the insanity of melancholy. I'm the secret of my own broken heart. I'm the forgotten good times. I'm the most lovely color in a blind world. I'm simply another kid with a loud mind.
Go ahead; bite me. I do not will bite you back, but you will regret because my flesh taste like the bitter blood of your own cold heart.
If once again the shadows stalk you in dreams. Once again the hunter must take them down. Each hunter works differently, but the task stays intact. The shadows can be take down one by one; destroyed on a huge explosion; poisoned, betrayed or trapped. But all of them got to die. All this reduces on a single old natural rule: "Kill or be fu***" It call us everybody some day.
"May I smile once again father?" Asks a son
"Does the dark cover us now?" Responds his father
"I don't understand"
"Simply boy. If the enemy see you smiling he would know you have a heart can be broken. Let them never find out"
Have sweet dreams; because for some tastes. The sweetness can only be found in a free dream.
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