lunes, 7 de junio de 2010

Someone.

Someone.

Someone writes about a tragedy
where he bleeds another person,
someone talks about an assassin,
he knows about his methods.

Someone walks across the darkness,
you can imagine all the steps to follow,
there’s a knife he’s holding tighter,
there’s no chance to escape that sorrow.

Someone write the sins over the paper,
there’s a you who read the story,
both of us should feel sorry…
about sharing the same characters murder.

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