quinta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2017

Small time Shiva


You deal with your machines, 
your twisted fears, tears and dreams.
You are your own ruin. You are a no-man's land. 
Nothing good grows of you. 
Better if you are left alone.
Leave life for the living. 
You are a small time Shiva.
You too have become death.
What you touch you destroy.
So I'll keep my distance.
Until the end of time.

(«A vida é feita de esperas ou de quimeras? É que eu só quero ser feliz.»)

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