Won´t you come to paint the pictures at my wall?
Fake I am inside, self-destructive like a war
From night raises some random sketches
And a morbid desire of mutilation
I could be embraced by colorful reveries
But I asphyxiate myself with my anxiety
Won´t You Come?
Where do I begin?
Where do I stop (when i want to go on)?

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