The Shadow of Los Angeles

I want to feel your heart beating in my hands
And destroy it like an old toy.

My heart was bleeding slowly.
Now is as dry as the brightness of my eyes.

Empty.

I used to breathe for you.
I used to see in the morning
I used to have his smile
But now I have nothing.

I was what you wanted most
And you had me in the palm of your hand.

Now, I do not know why, my head hurts,
And I'm so afraid.

Afraid to dream.
Fear that you are in my dreams.

His cold lips, his warm heart.
Fear of never waking up.