shadows are finally freed to hover... the wintry landscape,. apart from their mated-masters,. they seem serene has they dance childishly.. has for my soul... it is floating over some greyish magenta,.
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface,. but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity.. now here's another story; logical Function:.
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened.. I remember her scent, intoxicating.. my communication with her was clearly enhance.. but her's was quickly fading, discontinued and frail..
gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not.... what am I waiting for? streaming?. wait, wait, loading binary instruction.. drowned in surrounding CPU resolution,.
Among hills I have wandered. Through forests so cold. Over mountains a raging thunder. followed the ways foretold. A request a "leave me be".... Through the shape that I longed for....
Sing for me. To lift above in all these fallen walls,. And bleed for me,. In the deepest release.. . Travelling through honour.. Travelling through strenght..
Originally performed by Jeffersson Airplane. One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all.
If the earth was a willow and you were one too. Would earth be weeping so gentle and true?. If I was the garden whereas you could grow. Would you hand me your branches and grant me your love?.
I spoke so well that evening. I sang so well of light. Wish I may wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight. . The more we sang of wonders. The more we drank our wine.
One week have passed, my weary widow. - Perfume for the harbour-boat. Relieve me from your neck of marble. Release me when your limbs afloat. . Follow yours and catch the diamonds.
I will never feel tired. Nor fall asleep. When these wings at first embraced my heart. They would never again leave. once it was my dream. Now it is my soul.
Seek within your own kind of depths,. And tell me the tales of your thousand lies.. Yet, I have withered, but I've grown again,. And designed my own blackness to judge..
Seek within your own kind of depths,. and tell me the tales of what thousand lies.. Yet, I have withered, but Ive grown again,. and designes my own blackness to judge..
Tidens sr vil ei leges. ?re fremfor alt. I kamp med sjel, med styrke og hat. Et knos som regjerer. Tar over sinnets makt. Bak skygger lurer helhet og tap.
Tidens sr vil ei leges. re fremfor alt. I kamp med sjel, med styrke og hat. Et knos som regjerer. Tar over sinnets makt. Bak skygger lurer helhet og tap.
These eyes, do you hide behind these. cold blue eyes?. I know I want to know. The light, driven by the pale blue skies. I go where to go. Despised, and driven by.
These eyes, did I die behind these. cold blue eyes? Did I know where to go?. This light, eclipsed in a worn disguise. did glow even though my cries were driven by.
Empty.... It cuts me like a razor. I am feeling cold as ice. Deep into the brain I can see. The skin of an old man. I am trying to understand. These strange eyes.