DoctorZexxck

Do you feel yourself free? The air caresses yours cheeks, while you feel with no destiny And your instinct and their souls… force you to walk, Confused, between dark steel flames, Just a ghost with no glance. I remember my childhood, but cannot remember why I walk. I know I'm hurt and broken, like an abandoned sword. That bothers me, because I'm keeping a calm smile while my lips bleed. I watch my arms…Humans have cracks in their skin? …Cracks that release a metallic glow. I don´t know. The only thing I know is this tale that I heard in my childhood: "Someday, She, the one who gives life and triggers oblivion, will r