Fear..
Intuition...
Reflects...
Murder...
So many locker, in every word...
So many lies, in every soul...
Poison...
Madness...
Crime...
Hell...
It's a kind of loud,
It's a kind of drugs...
Scream...
Dream...
Crying...
Falling...
Suspended by death...
Ignored by life...
Distance...
Breathe...
Air...
Suspension,
So many doubt, into the reason,
Sadness and killer
In my last dream.

Luis Ginja