Disaster

In times that the poison trickling by mouth through the voice hoarse, reflected by echoes of lies. Cutting the illusions traveled in the veins. What transcribe left fallen at the reasons that reached anywhere. Intoxication doesn't leave that your final be uncovered for less than simple darkness. The coagulation was the same as when wanted to remember those who ran your head, those who completed their fears and tremors. Sank on promises that could only sleep while was in the solitude of sleepiness. Maybe their plans were to leave the pain that some extended to you. About you were just tortures that forgiveness will never be worth, with one "all right" to have someone trustworthy having your best time on your side. You were better than their mistakes? Better than your stammering disturbing the midnight of a nightmare? And if everybody committed your stupidities by simple pleasure of see others lost? And if along it we were in a final long that only burn that fire we had with so much modesty? Let that your glasses cut what you one day would have destroyed. You wanted a crazy, one love, one chance, one reason... Everything was just a nothing, injury, disaster. Again it was given and maybe your happiness was bitter so much to continue. Your walls haven't longer sweat transpired by sighs that we let without we care. Giving back and watching out what was about to repeat several times, that disaster, the same disaster. Your cards will be distributed by all your trial that purgatory that both yielded divine promises. So tell me now that you can't play with fire. That area for who would be the preferred, for who would be dancing in your ground broken unhappiness. No label for what was lost, and for which would abandoned. These words don't serve you don't know clean what walks shedding by changes. In a path with its many doors, your door should have been the only that never dominate the key.