Miss you

I miss you a lot.
I do not understand what happens, not even open my eyes or my reason is strength, which is independent complicated that I still love you, I follow the steps of a black shadow
Mr cat where are you?
Between dark night and the color fades funeral, without a hint of coherence bago between my thoughts, because the pain is much, it hurts, it hurts it hurts!
In a bottle of color seek indefinite pains innate vent, a liquid with a maximum alcohol content is now my companion, a cigarette that perches on my hand now becomes my brush, after drawing a red, transparent black curves and tears.
Lord cat does not understand,
where!.