Being single is.... living without living.
wishing to die ...
escape to a place where nobody
knows you...

A place where you don’t feel so lonely.
loneliness is what is left instead,
laying next to you
eating with you,
thinking with you.
loneliness comes when love is gone…

The night has come to take us
with impressive dark,
lunar brightness seems to love me
and the melancholy in my being, permanently.

The night is my friend
the night is my lover,
with the dark flaming
vast anthology.

The shadow fell heavily on my back,
the stand and position ecstasy.
announcing stars and swords
a blessed place.

Tonight, I'm only with my thoughts,
tonight, looking for my true being,
tonight, I look for my bloody memories;
tonight I hope my sunrise ...

And if you look for the shadows,
i just found my shade;
stake stuck in my heart
plasma thirsty so desired.

Night is who I am
raven of darkness,
panther of the obscure jungles,

i implore you today.

Noctambulant walk the streets alone and sad
lighting for your particular light,
sleepwalker because you laughed.
appeased by your loneliness.

Night is my name
be any spectral
taciturn mediocre vampire
living dead in the dark...

I don’t want to be the first
I don’t want to be the first to kiss your mouth
I don’t want to be the first to tell you words of love,
I do not want to hurt you
I don’t want to give you fake promises
I don’t want to lie and take you to my bedroom
I prefer another guy to break your heart,
I want you to know about ungrateful affections
so you can see in my eyes, and finally understand that
I don’t want to be the first, but the last man in your life.