Sad loneliness that accompanies me. Terrible darkness that suffocates the stillness of my entrails. Sobbing moments that have been framed. Nostalgic feelings that were deceived.
Longings that are lost in monotony Where happiness has no place. Few graying memories. Poor love that sails into oblivion.
Dismal masked life, You still have a flare complex. It is time to get out of this emptiness To stop feeling that you have not existed.
