sexta-feira, 23 de maio de 2014


I smell like alcohol
And cigarettes

I smell like dumbness
And all of my regrets 

domingo, 11 de maio de 2014

R.I.P., Gabriel D.

Sitting on the moon
You must be fishing stars
Stars that shine like you
You shine as bright

Bright as the tears
Than here on earth we cry
Thinking of the time
We could've said goodbye

Drink the liquor of the angels
And their tasteful dark cigars
As here we pray
With all our heart

RIP, big brother!
And thank you for everything