posturada wrote:
Sorry if is kinda confusing i used translate so
A light torment into the dark
Some people tend to believe in consciences, but I think they are myths.My nights have haunted me ever since, with her cold gaze and chrysalis tears, with a mysterious air and provocative and at the same time delicate flash on red, which in a way was so diabolical but still mild, the same color as roses, blood and my heart, which has been cursed ever since. I couldn't contain myself in my illusions in my loves storys that haunt me, in choices I wanted to done and couldn't, which fortunately or unfortunately still torment me, in nights like these, dark and gloomy, or rather in all my nights where I end up haunting myself, where my pain takes shape, where my fear and injuries are transformed into a mystical creature, where the red of the rose is just a trap, for the thorns of my wounds, which run down in front of tears, and began hauting me with a speel, that creature, only becomes a reflection of my own pain, of my mind and of my own heart.
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well now that you said it
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