Mollusks chat with me.

Even so far I can have the same feeling
even with this distance I can hear you beat.
But apparently nobody tell him to my heart
the you are not here, what is this meaning?.

I’m just other message in the message,
other sad song who play in the silence of you room.
I’m meant to be this?, undefined person ?
but even worst I can remember how cry.

And this are my days; watching the wall cry for me.
Looking how die the wind in my graveyard.
Mollusks and worms seem to chat with me
what can not talk, talk to me, taught me.

And this is the summarize, the fact of the reality,
I miss you under my skin, under mi skull,
and I call you name, day, after day, after live, after die.
But this who I am, the live person missing strangers