Its late now.
Its late night, and I still
writeing my memory out
about you, my words are
bleeding in this journal
of pain that I started the
day you say goodbye forever.
It hurtme to know that you
broke your promise forgeting that
I was there for you, even in my
darkest days, when my strenght
where as thin as the light in
a dark shadow.
I am awake in a city that never
sleeps and I feel the endless pain,
I am remembering your face,
that smile and the power that took
to help you when I was dying in
my own darkness with the
venom in my blood.
Its late night, and I can’t sleep till
I have my revange and my rage
against you release a storm in
your life, a storm of pain and distress,
desperation and sorrow.
I have to cause you the same sorrow
you make me feel in my soul,
not because I want to, but I have to
do what I was order by the heavenly
justice because you deserves to