...It's Easier to Act than be Yourself.... ...We're all Individuals, Will we Stay that Way?.... . See...Feel...Inside of Me...Deep. . Countless times I have heard it, Hide yourself and think naive....
Riding down the mountain of my own emotion,. everything feels so unreal.... All my thoughts destructive isolation active,. amounts of anquish unseen....
Cold January morning at the northern land. White frost embraces the dawn. Cold nature awaking under the veil of snow. With the first beams of light. Cold air not warming despite the light.
"I face the wall of a storm, that freezes my soul;. ..with heart open wide I walk in..". . I close my eyes and let the wind embrace with it's flow;. As I sence warmth commece in within..
I wander through the wind and snow deeper into the unknown;. Old spruce trees and the sights of snowy fields I pass by;. The forest of my mind... . With fear I look the shapes and silhouettes;.
Dark are the skies lit by the neon lights;. I walk on the street in embrace of the wind.. Fear, that gnaws me in its jaws;. I bury my head in my hands from the world..
I spread my minds wings and arise towards the sky.. I fulfil all my dreams and to the essence of winter I fly.... . To finest of weathers my wings are taking me..
At this frosty night under the starlit sky. Northern light caress my eyes. The white spruce forest swaying. By the rhythm of the wind. . I stare with sweet melancholy.
I feed the fire in the night and wish the memories away;. As with tears I watch the flames of departure.. I still think of you and it makes it even harder;.
Through this silent night I've been watching the sky.. I've been following the brightest star with my eyes.... Saviour is born... Rejoice!. . I thought this was another night ruled by penetrating darkness,.
I lay myself on the snowy ground and stare the open sky. The trees stand around me carrying their limbs heavy with snow. As my eyes wander at the stars and the moon retreats behind the clouds.
Deep I dig to discover the truth. Deep inside where secrets hide. I hunt the hierarchy's highest heroes. To hurt where vulnerability lies. Roses burning on a roaring ore.
The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down. 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies.... . The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the starlight peak through the.
Whispered words beneath the floating autumn leaves. Flying softly on the southern breeze. Fragments of light between the branches and trees. I wish I would stay here forever.
Frozen constellations, now we are,. Forever trapped by illusions of fate. Arising from the ashes of fires,. Burning low in the shadows of hate. . You and I, we are blinded by,.
At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the darkened plains. Deserted and dead it declares its place. By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island.
By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed. Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold. Memories of untold torture, in his mind. Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb.
Pools of black eternity. Sweeping down on brightly burning fires. When comes the righteous ones. Bringing the servants of leechy throngs. . Angels, remembering every promise.
The mirrors, the mirrors. That hides the hideous. Me, the others. Banned and forbidden. From of your world. Alone and cold. Watching in silence. So close, still aeons away....
Hey - how are you holding up now?. Is it the same? I bet it is. Still haven't found your peace?. Still on the edge? I bet you are. . Come on man - What can you tell me.