» OtherA lifeless creature, once human born –
the eons shaped me with no regret.
My human heart they turn to stone,
while memory is gone in gothic menuet.
I see my pale reflection in the mirror, ...
OtherGive me the ropes made of hundred wings of a butterflies and doves,
blind me with a silk thunder
Bind them on my wrists, a living cage,
leave me where we first met, right next to the waterfall of Vexorious
under pale moon light ...
OtherWake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
Odys and poems,
OtherThe thought of you - a quiet bane
for my heaven, my unfeeling dusk.
The great ocean buries tears again -
bleeding shadow of a painful lust.
An ocean deeper then the eyes ...
» Authors song,
OtherI can feel all the sorrow
all the bitterness that hides in you
I can see the falling tears
But I won't walk away! I'll pretend to stay
Only to see them dead! ...
» OtherThe memories that I had ever,
now belong to someone else.
In the summer I'm cold. In the winter-tender:
an empty mask, instead of face.
There's no way to break my bones, ...
OtherThou lips bring poison and delight.
Thou eyes are brighter than the night.
I can stay to hold your hand.
Until we die, burn crimson, dear.
Thou catch is all I needed of; ...
» OtherI drown in your lies and complains,
no more want to see your face.
It's impossible to try to break me,
when already made a space.
The debris are now cliffs and stones, ...
» OtherToday I left you, because I couldn't
Build everytime the life you ruined.
Today I left and sworn no come back;
It cost too much to keep my heart from running...
You never changed, even when ...
» OtherThe perfect time for walking is when the night comes down,
when there's no sunlight, shining on your way;
the beautiful is when, though except a harm,
you just enjoying that alone now outside stay...
» OtherHow nice is a person to be lonely-
all alone against the evils of the world;
from the shackles of the burden to be free... alone to write his dreaming destiny!
How nice is a person to feel sorrow,
to losing something or just part of himself; but it's a part of his temporary life, ...