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Oblivion

you run out of time. For me? I ran out of patience.

My fingers do not bleed. Neither my eyes, my heart.

opportunities were lost, fell into the void, that emptiness that fills you, that you will be empty forever owner.

Oblivion happy greets me warmly received. We make a pact, we provide for you. It's the end of a story full of ghosts and lies. The final purest of lost time spent on you. The end of an error that left a mark that is cleared slowly with the comings and goings of the waves of my immense future and voracious. It's the end of the worst of my mistakes.

I ran out of patience and willingness to wait. I thank you for proving once again that I was very big you, that do not fit in my dreams, in my hands you lose, that my lips do not fit, not anymore. I took off my mask, I removed your deceit, the stars disappeared lowered your each of your lies and the darkness back into oblivion, your vacuum. And no matter what you give away your body to anyone who wants to have it, was beautiful, yes, sorry to be yours. It does not matter that others try to kiss my lips ready to kiss you, I'll never in your skin or in their own language or on his face. Condemned to live my shadow, my memory and my forgetfulness, which is as much yours as I was, poisoned by the nectar in your mouth and accuracy of your strokes, your skin of silk and inexplicable light in your eyes when merged with mine ...

I do not escape me in words, and I can not escape the anxiety or the desire to look and feel. Since I can not escape the memories in tears, and I bite my lips to express your taste. It does not matter where you are or with whom. Your borders do not matter or your ridiculous and cruel sarcasm. And do not mind. It is the beginning of your end.

is the end of everything that moved me. The end of your apathy and your selfishness. The end of your blackmail and your cowardice. The end of my wounds and my lonely days wasted on you ... you rip my wings. I go with my freedom to beg and scream it's time to leave.

is the beginning of me.