Pluto
PLUTO I swallow the cruel desire, I dream of reaching the star I fantasize about the warmth that never reaches my toes, make a home in my heart Days go by in hollow laughters and sad eyes Night comes by melting me like a cold ice chaos sprouting in my mind I put on a show to entertain my mates Later cry in the corner painted crimson in their pain Have all the seas but not quite anybody, to sail them through My hands remain chained up and so is my reality False interpretations remain the only wea
