Nemo

This is the one , the one without a name, the one forever alone

Lost in the void of himself, hiden in words that even he doesn't hold the meaning.

No life is too short for him, for is only short for the happy ones

Entangled in chains of the past, live his life without reason

Love is the only thing he'll never get; void is the only thing he'll ever feel

He is the one, the one inside me. Living insted of dyeing, reaping the emptiness under my flesh.

This one is not he, but yes, it is me.

Forever gone, Lost Poet