sábado, 8 de outubro de 2011

paper cut

I'm dreaming. I'm just dreaming, right now...
And I know that I'm dreaming, but I'm not quite sure. Weird... 

Where am I? Far away from home?
I'm seeing a girl. So pretty, but... Why is she here? So lonely... It could be me.
Now, I'm wondering why is she crying. Blood tears, running through her flawless skin.
I'm scared... I don't wanna dream anymore. I want my eyes open. NOW!
...I woke up. I saw the letter you left me. Disturbing.
Then I put my pretty pink slippers on my feet and I went to my bathroom.
A broken mirror... My dark circules... And blood drops on my washbasin. 
Oops! Paper cut.