I didnt sleep much last night
Went to sleep at 3
Woke up at 6
Alone in my departament
Except for the ghost in my room
Make up all over the floor
Make up that belongs to my roomate
Wich I havent seen since tuesday
But at least i have her ring

the boy that lived in the streets
not older than 12
he only had himself
and a couple of cents
struggling to find home
or even another day
he's sleeping in the front page of the New York Times

some people like the days with sun
others with a gray sky
I like it when a storm is in its purest and powerful  form
it reminds me of the past
of the soldiers that gave their lives
dangerous and destructive
but when the storm is over
a rainbow rises

brown eyes
taste like a glass of fine whiskey
that stay stuck in your memory
melting you like hot cocoa
and reminds you of home
those who hook with mine
one more time and forever
full of curiosity
and infinite beauty

shes my safe
a place to call home
a warm sweater to embrace
that lives below my necklace
light a lighthouse on a dark era
that coo you
like a mermaid call

the voices of a completely  low glow
falls into the darkness of the city
secrets in the maze
await to be uncovered
by an extraordinary sound
hiding
where the sun can't touch

I thought it wouldn't happen to me
I thought it was only stories
I thought it was something made up to scare people
but I was wrong
it did happen to me
I woke up
but I couldn't move
I heard my bed creak
something appeared from beneath my bed
it wasn't human
it started to knead my back
as if it were a stone that it wanted to break
it moved faster than anything I've ever seen
it hurt
it hurt bad
I screamed for someone to help me
but I couldn't move or even talk
I screamed inside my head
like a comma
I wanted death to free me from that nightmare
a few seconds later all of it stopped  
seconds that felt like an hour
I moved again and the creature was gone
but my memory never let me forget