lunes, 12 de diciembre de 2011

Until the end




"Make it hurt. Crave the pain of my life into my soul."




If it's your wish...

I will follow you everywhere.

Even if your throne crumbles and your shiny crown turns to rust. Even if the empty shells of pawns pile up endlessly and we rest upon their decaying bodies... Beside you as you lie softly down... I will be.

Until I hear the words...

"Check mate."



You call my name.
I come to you in pieces.
So you can make me whole.


(...)

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