Juanito died last night.
Shot dead out of spite...

One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...

I realize the absurdity of my words.
Long gone are coherent thoughts...

Why, why do you cry for him?
If he doesn't love you, it seems...

I've walked through hell twice,
Thrice I came out unscathed...

It seems like Here we go again
Forgetting trust and love were just pretend...

Life is funner on the edge...
Oops...

She wakes up with tears on her face...
Noticing, next to her, his empty space...

His shoulders carried the weight of many a lonely...
His shadow danced on the wall to the rhythm of a...

At night, when the ghosts of past memories...
When the sun dies in the horizon, and with it so...

The Morning falls through my ceiling...
with the weight of heavy snow...

I drive through a busy street....
Emptiness within me and at the passenger seat...