Cars driving through the black night. Cinammon perfume is the only thing left of his
memory of the girl he fell in love with long ago. Seeing people's faces is as though there
are multiple people of them, like assassins grouped in four trying to kill him.
You will always be my tiny dance dancing in my hand, my princess whom I love like the
multiple of stars.
Remembering the men who destroyed our family we should have had and the day I layed
you in the ground was the day I lost my mind.
I sometimes feel your warm prescence in my lifeless sleep.
I imagined myself as the peoples lives flashing right before their very eyes starring
of beer and hearbreak.
Slow lives passing by for trillion of years since Adam and Eve like a pendalum
swinging hypnoticaly telling me to bleed mentally, wasting a way thinking of you.
White, the color white yes, yes your wedding dress to me your wre perfect like Juliet
in Romeo and Juliet. I promised to try to be perfect for you my Kryponite.
Wait where am I now, where we first met; Red Rose Island your favorite kind of
flowers. I'd buy them so much for you because I treasured having the chance of being lucky
enough to meet you.
When I am in the dark gulp like a pathetic old man, what's left of me I say and answer
a pathetic old man. I am so...lost without you and begin to cry.
My physiatrist teslls me to smarten up so I fake my wellness but when no ones looking
I turn through sick lullabies and walk to an abandoned building with termites.
I keep five cats with me in my house for company. I think I tend to get crazy without
them. I am so crazy, I begin to think about them talking to me as ghosts and all are named
Juliet...(cries) my princess.
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