Any day

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Not to be liked, really -you´ve been warned, I guess

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A cheerful good morning

diligent hands

eyes disguised of happiness

vegetables peels

staring too much at the knife

glass-like gaze

the sharp edge seems appealing 

a question in the brain

breath in and breath out

peaceful sleep

drum´s tropical music

the silver knife being the mirror of a sad eye

horror inside the soul

warm summer evening

angels are not enough

colors bluring in an inocuous white

swallowed by a pitch black whole

soft voice with gentle disposition 

punctures to the side, bleeding sides

stripped of energy, of fire to fight

one, two, three

faith, repeat, faith, repeat

it all went black

fantasy is shelter

the wheel spins again

a cheerful good morning

talent to make others see

pain all over

the knife, the cliff, the rope, the pills

any day

strawberry colored life staining the tiles

a nightmare, a dream, so wrong

desired

prays of the gray dust covered saints

stories, tales, suggary promises

shattered glass, broken doll

stainless steel easily going through butter-like surface

thoughts, purposes and confidence

a waste, 500 bits going up and down

never enough

gray matter going red, grey going black

any day...

love spilling

air is not enough