The Warm.

I can't stop!
my fingers and my blood
the sing of flys, the fountain,
It's over there ... and I'm awake.
I'm a pantomime of life
I'm the scare and the poem.
You can see me into Dalí's garden
I'll be waiting for You
because my shy smile... You are.
The trees said: One of a kind of love is always suppose,
and I should think so, because my words
everyday like dreams.
Even though my heart was broken
and dead people has been robbed my love, my life...
The book of my sanity, my certain release,
play desperate songs,
I just as warm, cause... I can't stop it.

Can you help me? I lost my mind.

Siniestra Nostram.