Zerolacrime

The asses float on the gold while there all is a wait just to die, evidence of the odds 'bout the line of separation. Wasting the add of all the greed we cannot take away, here all the hands are out...

No one can break your eyes, you will be your tomorrow…You want to break all the hope of my time, no care about a feeling inside, you find enjoyment, you watching the pain. All of my dreams you want...

No turning back. All you can see's a fall, disaster, in a sorrow made of war the continuous hard instigation, now it comes another bomb. On the ground the soldiers, the weapons then a parent close to...

I'm coming back in the memoirs planted by now, the wound is fresh and always open inside my head. In a common breaker as everyday realize the man belongs to the animal race. The miserable motive can...