Softly
.
I melt into blood
As everybody's talking about me
Making my future in their hands
As I become past.
No one loves me or cares for
They just pretend
As my life stucked
Easily becomes bent
If this white curtain of tragedy
Covers the world
My head blows and turns
Everything into flowers.
I feel unuseful, a ape without a story.
A sarcastic beast
Taking life pleasure to the demons.
.
Vasco Pompaelo
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