The land in the heart

When reading the colors that go from green to red, the pain is mixed changing cycles and time again, but what sweet lies, the feeling of lightning running through my veins and I'll never listen to me. The support wall, looking up into the ground, and tame a heart land of hot ash, and it on the floor. There in the theater of the third flight of stairs, the two joined hands to grasp the handrail of the colors that never gave way, when it is touched in this way