Francisco Larios

"Fear I hear it calling my name, I shiver to mere thought of it's presense, it whispers calling my name continuously bringing this pain, I feel lost, I fell weak thinking only about what I seek, I be..."

"feeling alone in this desert I roam I feel like a stone, thoughtless and senseless, I give a blank stare life's not always fair I feel no one cares, depressed and restless. Written November 21st, 199..."

"falling down a steep hill, the world is still could this be real? this hill's now a mountain, this world, it's dead, a waterless fountain, this hill never ends it gets steeper and steeper, as I reach ..."