noche perpetua... I'm in the shadows of an unknown place ....
this Is it a decent life?
You left leaving a great void, I've left in darkness, no light
since you left, nothing comforts me ... Not even
said at last, the dark queen ... Night is Perpetua.
My heart is withered, and there is nothing comforting to me to stay alive.
wander without heart and my soul is now immune to pain ... I've been awake for so long that I do not know if I'm alive or dead I am a soul in torment.
But there is a reality that motivates me to keep going ... Rise again from the shadows, and find out solutions to this dilemma .... I know someone will like and o. .. yearns to be immortal. Author: ESMERALDA P.
MI PROPIO CEMENTERIO... walked slowly back to the cemetery ... to my grave ... Another night without finding ... without knowing of your existence ... hurt me soul ... and my pale face is cracking from the tears she could not shed ...
loneliness that inevitably became the companion of my misery ... of my exile ... My bitterness ... was once again ... the most pitiful of my wounds ... begging the wind to carry my essence ... to evaporate before me ... the winding path I've taken, making my immortality ... declining ... my strength, in awe .... I wake up in nursing ... eager to find you again, I find only pieces of your past ... crumbs in your promise of eternal love ... as ephemeral as your presence ... saddest sunrise the previous ... a twilight end of my most bitter ... in which you die without knowing ... I become part of the wind ... until nightfall ... and reborn once again ... in my own cemetery ... 
