Desert soul

Lonely night beyond the window of her eyes... night that gently cover the rusty dagger that hold behind her back. Daggers dripping the venom in which her soul sank several years ago and with the one she has killed herself before have been born.

She never know how to said good bye... she never know how to hold a smile or how to give a hug. Now father-time has ruined her hearth and fulfilled the expectations of misery, leaving her alone in the desert of her own world.

A world surrounded by seas of blood, crowded by misplaced souls and whose raindrops became tears the same time it became to fall from the clouds. A world in which life is no longer known as it is, a world in which happiness means to miss around and who only mean is to spread the desolation through words.

She keeps walking by the river of her voice. Black blood river that grow wide every step she makes. A black blood vein – cover by death hair – that run fast and wild, carrying fears and doubts.

The vain that took place within her chest makes the shelter in where she lies... her breath: her weapon - mind... waiting to grow – high and invisible to everybody else – to hurt every one who dare to love her...

Who dare to save her...

Posteado a las 12:15 del lunes, 22 de diciembre de 2008