My darkness

Because I began to write, and the ancient ghosts appeared again

my darkness full of death,

I don´t want this,

I don´t want to cry again the same tears

I don´t want to shout again the same shouts

I don´t want to suffer again the dark side of the moon.......

please, pull me out of my darkness.............

and your words showed me the light,

and for the first time, I imagined, how I would love you, and so......