Lejos, más allá de que la mente puede imaginar Había un planeta que dejo de girar El lugar donde el tiempo no se puede escapar Y la luz del sol no se puede acabar, Sin noches, sin soñar Solo día, sin terminar... XVI En este lugar mas extraño vivía un escribo Maldito a estar siempre vivo … Continue reading El escribo

I stabbed myself today, a deep stab in the heart To numb the pain away, of having you apart Looking at the blood, dripping from my chest I contemplate the mud, the place where I will rest I grab the knife again and twist it in the wound I want my life to drain and … Continue reading The departure

From the happy corner of my soul,  I have made a bubble It's fragile but it's whole, until it begins to crumble... We knew it was trouble, That it will all come to be, a puddle of bubble rubble But we smile and dance to our imminent sorrow We dance like there's no tomorrow As this … Continue reading Bubbleman

"Grab my hand  My friend, my lover Let’s make these times Last forever (...) - M. M.” Today you took my hand and guided me into your maze. This is your most sacred place, which guards over secrets you don't want to share with anyone. It is not a closed place. It is not locked … Continue reading The maze

  Love is dead. God is dead. When there is no more love there is no God. A gradual decline into disorder. No meaning, just chaos. Random processes of cause and effect, action and reaction, until the end of time. An endless series of events looping to infinity. Love is dead. Humanity is dead. All there's … Continue reading Love is dead

How can I hurt someone who I love so much? It's a question that will forever haunt me, a loss that consumed us to ashes. Worthless words, typed with numb hands, by a wimpy kid. It's all I have left, empty symbols side by side which try to cobble together what I feel now. I wish … Continue reading The last act