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.
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.
When time decides.. The circle made from love and trust breaks.. The chain breaks. An emptieness reveals.. Memories start to swallow me.. Searching the unknown of frustration from being into nothing..
Glorification of trash and megalomania. Talk shows and the world of color magazines. Distorted facts about the life of rich and famous. The subject of heated discussions.
I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -. into nothing - the best time in life - barely present. I wish I could go back - tell that little nice boy.
I feel breathe, live alone with my love. Gave it to you. I should have known. Reality will never be a dream. . In my dreams I walk around. In the darkness of my ashes.
The path you tread is desolate. How can you be so happy and content. While I have to struggle so much. Unbelievable, this hollow parody of a man. Who used to be my friend.
moonlight - a glance of the moon into my. blurred eyes - the darkness gives way. to the beauty of the evening light and. in a faint moment in this sheer.
I'll love this world today. And I'll hate it tomorrow. There's nothing sacred to me. There's nothing to make me stoop. No one wiped my ass. And I don't turn the other cheek.
Tell me!. How will I ever forget this. 24 years of isolation?. 24 years of black.. I will never forget this. 24 years of separation. 24 years of pain?.
A hundred suns, born to kill. It is madness, a sun created by man. Once again a perverse irony of life. Earth creates, man destroys. . Love and hatred.
Icy wind is blowing between my lips. Wine went sour, froze in my mouth. Together with water in the caves of eternity.. ... Thousands of transparent stalactites ....
From the deep red shine. From the rumble of the thunder. From the storms and rain and haze of the mist. We were created, the superior grand nation. We stepped up on the way to the peak.
Our life is a neverending party. Disorderliness on the verge of crime. Gallons of booze. Throngs of cheap sluts. And hearbroken naive admirers. I'm hitting the rock bottom.
We've been marching under the gloomy sky. Dispersed into small crowds. From horizon to horizon. Since time immemorial, for many years.. Under the endless vault of the sky covered with stars.
Wizard voice sung faraway and the sun dive into deep oceans. Night queen is stretching her sparkling dark habit across the sky. Volves howled at the moon theis psalms.