pipes pipes flowing through the hole in my heart somethings missing a dark spot within me silently tearing me apart ripping my heart taking my soul holding it captive never letting go eternally

The tears behind the mirror

– I´m just looking for a kiss – said I, taking that small and pale hand.She laughed.- Everything has a price – Said she, drawing a knavish smile on her auspicious feature.- Well… How much it costs?Her tongue licked her lips; with the same satisfaction of antiqual times.- Just another part of your soul.The beating… Continue reading The tears behind the mirror