viernes, 25 de diciembre de 2009

SAW



It`s not the knife you bleed on.
It`s not the cancer in your bones.
It`s not the sunrise choking.
It`s not the blood red moon alone.
It`s not the way you look dead.
It`s not the silent season.
It`s not the suffer intense.
It`s not the life you feed on.

I was built around your heart.

Let the right one in.

1 comentario:

  1. como ya dije, esta curradisimo, te ha quedado de coña! *0*

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