If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...
The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...
If my breath extends for far too long
I ask you to strangle my mortal song...
Heartless,
heart of gold...
Faith,
gone in one soul...
Root yourself
just like a tree...
I find myself
in between...
I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...
Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...
Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...
yeah i am diffrent but am not a hypocrite
yeah i am cruel but am not evil...
As long as we eat from this turbulent Earth
this will thrive as a swarm of blazing bees...