Muchas lunas, muchas noches oscuras muchas noches sin dormir... fue lo que quedo de aquellas palabras que me prohibieron vivir junto a ti y esclavizarnos sin saber incocentemente a un deseo Mis mas sentidas

As the night swallows my dreams and my insomnia I wonder... Is there anybody out there? is there anything else than plastic, cement, steel, and alcohol? why won't this fire, intense flames, burn me at

Walking through tombstones, filled with names of young fallen crying angels, the night keeps calling my name, a name I had forgotten, a name that smells like burnt candles and dried roses.... Only dust

Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you!!

good night steemians

Screams of anger Drowned by the lonely night Desperate urges of quitting dance in a high rope Thousands of dark thoughts rumble in the midnight, rumbling without a sound No one hears you When you are lost

Ancient spirits rise from the earth from the trees from the air, they call my name Is it time? not yet not yet, first, you have to lose an eye let the Raven carve my name in your wounded heart let Freya

Dark she was, Like a starless universe Empty Cold As I walked through her My steps felt soulless No regrets No feelings at all Dark she was, As she has always been Waiting for me to die when she is born

I'm a survivor of the dictatorship in my country, I live in Venezuela, you can ask whatever you want about this once magnificent country filled with a drug dealer-government (Worse, way worse than Pablo

That time of the night When the dreams and reality mix And become one Nothing is real or unreal That time is just what it is.