Traces.

Threads of Thought of my story:
© Traces.


My memory travels between the memories ..
You stand the pain ..
in that first and only spell
that
It vanishes with the dawn.
I never understood
why have you left without explanation ..


In my dreams ..
false divide with famous actors extras my nightmares ..
I'm watching you hidden in the shadows
They are always able to feel your presence ..
feel your heartbeat altered ..
while I clutched between my thighs,
infuse the meat
completely adhering
to your hard
moist, slow, repetitive,
giù..giù..fino keep getting
in the folds of the soul,
by feeding voraciously ..


I always knew that a shadow looking grim ..
It accommodates itself as bloodthirsty,
famine and all the bad things of his geni..ereditati.
always known that your blood was like mine.
Suffocating in my veins while consumavi with me.







now regrets innate ..
I observe as a spectator
far from my body betrays me
that feeds the hatred that grows towards you,
my sadness that I lost and poisons the blood,
hoping to kill all of you, the part that imprisons me ..
every night that ties me cruelly in your shadow ..
between delusions throttling.










That can not be repressed, restrained.
a odio..incomprimibile.
between the voices of whispers accomplices of emotions that bind me
still close to you ..
I tried to stay awake too many nights
even in those in which the unhappiness
I paralyzed me on this bed,
now covered only by my naked body
without your.











in a room where the light is no longer accepted
and he held out the windows closed,
the only way to continue living,
doing a spectator in a theater life
no titles
except those created by a chronic delirium
of illusory beliefs
memories created and not taken place,
edited by my hatred,
from my skin infected
from a contagious disease hidden
behind an endless paranoia.
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