The feelings of a nitro glycerin can
electrocuted in the abscence of air.
The irregular pulses of the charmeleon
kept in the high pressure of his ribs.
From a wolfish certainity to hysterics
of a deafening silence, yelling to die
Doors in the right, doors in the left
are all closed for the one ahead
Nothing is right, nothing is left
except the memories that I regret
The memories that begets it all...
