Tomas Medina


Biography of Tomas Medina

raised and hated sence birth, grown up wit hno friends, curently hating everything that notices him... living to die, dieng to live.

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Will

in the still of comprehension
i drink the soul of forgetfulness
dreaming the thought of forever
ignorance in the blinding glance of reason
stepping slowly through conscienceness
beneath my skin dwells a feverish capacity
with aching will
driven by the limitations of phisical drama
breaking in the out behind the door of insanity

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