Well I have been trying to finish pieces that I have started writing. I have found bits and pieces of them all over in different books. I am not sure if this one is finished but here it is anyway.


See this unemotional being
trying to be free from her way of living.
Searching for the power to feel some sensation
To cry, to fear, to be slave to exhaustion
she feels no love, no true emotion
only that hunger for life she desires
the life all others have, the live she needs
but no, she remain as the life were all feed.
Through the darkest streets and with this fight
she travels alone through the night
searching for one thing , searching for life.
to feel loved , to feel whole
to erase what she is that is her goal