Demons irreverent that at sunset they raise the tone of their voice and increase the blows with violence chilling at my door. Creatures of matter flowing unwatchable and confusing mixture of caustic their sweat and their filaments of slime the aftermath of my clothes. Savage, brutal and bloody mouths with teeth like ivory tusks that corroded and rotten breath on my face in the process of completely devour my head. Close to anoxic cold hands and wet that surround and force my breathing and my face.
But tonight is not that.
E 'else pulling the hem of my dress.
Tonight, what keeps me awake, has a name and a face. A name that tomorrow utter soft, sweet and sticky like honey that sticks to the palate. A face that tomorrow with icy hands caress enchanted and enchanting and I will have the foresight to lose and breathe.
tonight what keeps me awake I tried every sacred day this week, injecting hypodermic diamantine drops and dissolving the latest snippets of appetite. And I sweat those drops in gold and you shall turn will make the alchemically sublimated so that even you can draw your turn to food.
tonight what keeps me awake looking at me and smiles to the notes of this song. And I on the notes of this song I'll move on what keeps me awake tonight.
This night is a laugh that keeps me awake, is a "Hey Sweetie" pronounced smile when darkness comes. And I laugh at that envelop me as a new silky scarlet gown.
Tonight is a predicament faced pretext of a dress properly, a movie theater closed, a coffee and a book that keeps me awake. And I faced with great skill in that game I bow down trying to steal the essence of flexibility and make it an instrument of wisdom and faith.
Tonight is a free stool in a shop window and my irreverence to keep me awake. And I faced with this sleight of hand that I can do nothing but stare spellbound as a child.
Tonight is my gaze in that direction was randomly placed to meet you, to keep me awake. And it's that look like magnetic magnet that I saw on me that tomorrow I'm going to settle meet.
This night is all that I have read and accepted and its prolific sprouting that keeps me awake.
Tonight is the key that you are stuck in the door that keeps me awake.
keep me awake, tomorrow night.
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