I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...
Is that a light?
Is there hope for this life...
I can lead you to the doors of heaven but i cannot...
i am his messenger to bring you to him...
Sadness and depression
is what I feel...
Look into the shadows
Walk into the woods...
Night creeps in,
Replacing the light of day...
Yesterday I was walking down the street,
Carrying the pain I feel inside...
Saturated lovers in the mind of a child
Hand holding courtesans tempered to mild...
A compromise, a gesture, a laugh of pure joy
Let me come too...
Troop's letter
I have this rage deep inside my soul...
The breeze is on my face
this just the third phase...
Night approaches as time runs out,
Soon consumed, consumed with doubt...