jueves, 16 de febrero de 2012

I saw her Apocalypse
the street was on fire
the walls were bleeding
in a sheer drop
the building collapses
all around
I could see the fear
in her eyes
looking for the roots
of a nonexistent tree
in front, a sort of parade
of empty lovers
falling into the hollow
of the cracked pavement
there was no moon
and there was no light
apart from the fire
she ran
hiding from the ghosts
and their evils
but they found her teardrop
over a death daisy
and then
she woke up.

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