/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: luisvital982 https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png Um poema que me marcou desde os 11 anos e que continua muito actual The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine; he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside... Yes the killer lives. The angels live inside me: I can feel them smile. Their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind; And their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought, They watch me as I go to fall - well, I know I shall be caught While the angels live. How can I be free? How can I get help? Am I really me? Am I someone else? But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom and Death's