Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold. Why do I not escape. Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold. I'm the scourage of my self made walls. . Shadows of the past thrown on me.
Today I'll take revenge for my solitary life,. for the desolation and the devastatingvoid.. You pretend love that pushed me. into this darkness.. . I was afraid of you,.
"No beautiful surface without a terrible depth". You ripped my heart out, I wish I was dead. I cannot tame my demons forevermore. You are the reason I should have known before.
When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn. I hover with freedom. Over open surfaces of lakes. With coming of early evening when sun lies down into mountain clefts,.
I'm watching your grudging look. With a dead pan expression on my face. And inside Im laughing. With the voice of the Devil. You're just another hypocrite.
Deeply hidden in the deepest wood. Black is the night. . The owls are singing between the worlds. The circle closes, the cycle of fire opens its doors.
Oh dark night, in silence broken ban,. Shackles of fear, I lie there, flat and merely. The valley lies deep, staggering in the past, shadows. Hide danger and feed me in the coldness,.
Every sentence you say. And every desperate attempt. To draw attention hides a lie. Diseased, pathologically inflamed. Shaped by your sophisticated eloquence.
When energy will disperse in every directions. Stars will explode. Planets will collide and flames will strike the sky. Vulkanos will be revided from their hundreds of years of dozing.
I buried my dreams. Out of my fear to fail. But this fear created. A hope that woke me up. . The awakening. The awakening. The awakening.
The image of the world I live in. Born into to fall into oblivion. Is the huge arena of illusion and deceit. Nothing's real, not a thing. . Curtain call and the show starts.
... Winter came suddenly. Without mercy it set its icy hungry teeth. In our necks.. Heads of noble birds swimming on the water surface. Flew to thousands of parts just before it froze.
A dusty flute played Mozart a brace of pigeons on the window. Sill shit down on the statues of abandon heroes. They didn t care that someone will dust off.
With open arms, I am waiting. With open arms, I see the end. With open arms, I am dying. Dying a mournful death. . The landscape wipes out my tears. It's greyness stings my eyes.
You left so early. I feel bad about all the dirt. Hatred and disregard. But it cannot be redressed. So young and determined. I remember your talent and individuality.
You turn the screws. You tear down the bridge. Flimsy as it is, it's business like. You shake my hand. You break up the band. Flimsy as it is, it's open-mic punk rock.
blizzards reign the fires by. the pod - their cold heat set ablaze my. burning soul - embodiment at least. a fear rises - the storm clams the choires.
You part the waters. The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters. And I'm the one who helps you win. . You've got your grand piano.