You look at me, I look like I know you, yet not I remember you.
not remember those angelic eyes that look at me with anger, not scrawled in red smile that seems out of hell, but you continue looking at me, waiting for something, maybe a question or maybe some kind of reaction on my part, but I look at everything as a mere spectator, I see myself petrified with you while I watch you while your stupid face and dark short hair moves to the rhythm that marks the wind that blows through the window.
Words fail to be a gap between my lips, while, I can only wonder why you're still looking, why what you do? Have not you taken enough?, May not have stolen me and need me too much to suffer, how to wait for an appeal, a cry or even watch me begging forgiveness I do not understand ... not enough with all this, do you seek, what else are looking for!
His eyes still open staring at me, it seems they want to tell me something that her dead body can not tell me, you might want to explain the reason for all this, or maybe what you want is to draw the past into a paper before cease to exist, but never know.
A trickle of blood flows from the corners of his lips as he continues to cry disconsolately and in silence, savoring his last breath while you're still watching in silence as I see my father die without being able to lift a finger for him.
blood leaking from the wound in his chest looking away me. I do not need to keep looking to see that no longer exists.
I look, I have in front of you to try to make me understand, to wield your weapon again and write my final to do what you want to do, whatever you need.
I can do die, waiting to die in silence, but never see me beg, you can be sure will not give you the ultimate pleasure.
And now I can only give you one last tip: kill me, otherwise no doubt that I will never forget your eyes, you'll one day try the taste of blood and I will seek revenge and do not require a word.
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