What if we turn into a speck of dust?
What if we live beneath the trust?
What if we doing the same mistakes?
What if we hurt each other no matter what it takes?
What if the afterlife just don't exist? ...
This Void cannot be filled. My soul gave birth to Death —
I sense its coldness in my room with every taken breath.
I know it in my heart — my life is now an End.
This ending feels like Paradise — I'm going to Ascend.
The clock keeps ticking loud, it's time to say 'Goodbye'. ...
I knew you were leaving before I was told.
Your hands were around me – your kisses were cold.
My skin is so lonesome and craves a relief.
You're growing inside me – my infinite Grief.
I knew you were only a dream of my heart. ...
Black rose amongst scarlet poppies,
I'm not growing, the sun is ripping me out,
lost my dreams, destroyed my trophies
in the loneliest fields of shame and fault.
Black is my heart and black is my mind, ...
For a moment reigned some silence in our room
It was reason to be worried I assumed
My experience told me that when it"s too calm
I should gather in a prayer my two palms.
Cause in our unpretentious tiny house ...
To her home does't lead any trail.
Everything is grown with bushes and grass.
If someone dares her secrets to unveil,
There are many hurdles that one couldn't pass.
Her look is wicked, wicked is her temper. ...