At nights

                       

                

When the sun is in the sky I just cant stop,  my whole life depends on the movements of that simple star.But when the shadows grow and became a part of everything in my room I realize of  myself, and when i go to shut my window the cold air bite my skin, is such a sweet pain, remindes me that im alive, that im weak and that nothing is like it used to be.I go to bed and something is missing, but is such a familiar feeling since I discover that a pair of eyes can make me bleed inside.So at night when the monsters of solitude howl around me I fornicate whit silence,moaning my lonliness,I cover myself whit my blanket trying to remember how was to be inside of my mother.And there I think in tomorrow,I tortured my self whit it but just for a few seconds cuz i know its never going to come,thats when I look at the darkness and I know he is doing the same,my skyn burns,is a madness that  I can control, it feeds my  inspiration and the good thing about it is that my ink is just there in case that I want to explode whitout hurting anybody.