the incredible and sad history of luxurious girl and her soulkiller mother

she's dry by the memories of her past . she can't stand much more . she wanna fly over the moon and clouds . Her love was stepped and burned . she is a slave of her mother . she have to do something . she have to kill

maybe some poise on the muffins of her , or a bomb in her favourite piano . NO , she can't , cause is a whore with angel's wings . is the beauty and inoccence detroyed by the pain and fear

she's in love , with a poor dull , but she needs him to dream some time about the wonderfull land that she hope .... and he ... he is so sick of love , they gonna scape . scape at the past . scape at the sour taste of her past...

no , haunted and catched again, "i only have to admit my torture"

but . when they was broke. he , whit all his angryness and frustation . fight with her soulkiller

she dies .

poor silly girl , you have to run . run by the desert , and scape of him ... your body gonna be divided of your own soul and you're wonna know how youre happy . dancing with the sea .

IM THE NOODLE

you can destroy me
you can melt me
you can break me
you can hate me
but you can forget me
'cause im like a needle in you mind
im nothing i know , but i can punture your brain and heart
you can define me
you can hold me
but remember , im just the worst on your cothes
he cames to hurt me , but i can hurts much more
i can be the poison
i can be the noodle in your soul
im like a snake
i can bite you
but remember that a time ago
i had your love ...

:O adoro tanto que ya seas un chico tan exitoso a tus cortos 22 años recien cumplidos . me alegra tanto saber que estas feliz y que ves series estupidas en vez de celebrar tu cumpleaños :) , me encantas Urie y siempre me encantaras , felices 22 , aunque se que nunca leeras esto ... pero te encuentro tan talentoso y simpatico que de alguna manera mis energias buenas fluyen para que tengas mas exito cada dia y hagas canciones hermosas que construyan mi tonta vida .-

Infancy

Children games in toy shoes , becoming cold with every trodden to the cold earth . Wretched times, happy times. The Sun was shining beautifully behind of selfish clouds, they were crying for being back to the sky, to the purity of the souls that have gone away. Nothing prevents that the things change, the people are passenger and the memories become blurs in the wind and in the time, white coctel dresses in chrismas, purple knees of falls in games with cousins that still being. The lies were not penetrating my innocent reality, stupid fights about :"Of whom it is the dog of felt?" , my delicate infamy. The candies that my grandmother was giving ... they must be already under land and beautiful recollections. Her wrinkled and soft hands touching my face, saying goodbye , for last time ...