Kaworu- Zolpidem
The city never sleeps, but it seemed to live in a time zone forgotten by all. Sitting on the cold concrete steps, surrounded by the morning gray and the void of one more evil night, he let the cigarette burn slowly between his fingers. The eyes, outlined in black, seemed tired of seeing, but still insisted on looking for ... anyone, anyone, who could understand what was inside that crushed chest. The noise of the streets was distant, drowned out by headphones that no longer played music, just noises - the perfect reflection of his mind. The only real sound was the crack of the can of energy that he opened as if it were the last breath of energy left. His name nobody knew. Some called him "The Boy of the Sad eyes." Others just looked away. But there was a story behind that heavy makeup, from the wide clothes, the chains. A story made of broken promises, messages never answered ... and a soul that had already given up.
About Kaworu- Zolpidem
The city never sleeps, but it seemed to live in a time zone forgotten by all. Sitting on the cold concrete steps, surrounded by the morning gray and the void of one more evil night, he let the cigarette burn slowly between his fingers. The eyes, outlined in black, seemed tired of seeing, but still insisted on looking for ... anyone, anyone, wh...Read more